"I'm dying. It's been three weeks, I've gotten at least twenty clues, and they were ALL USELESS."
"Not all of my! I told you what row I was sitting in a couple of days ago."
"When I was gone!"
"Hey, that's not my fault."
"I can't take this. I'm going to rip my hair out because I'm so stressed."
"Here, name off the people you still have on your list."
"Jake, Don, Ron, Frank, Tyler, Braden, Jared, Mark, Colin, Zander, and Seth."
"I will tell you that I am one of those men. The most handsome one on the list, too."
"That's several people!"
"Less than before."
"Gosh, no shit sherlock. Give me a useful hint, please!"
"How about this. I will wear something tomorrow that will give me away. You will know it's me as soon as you see me."
"Really? How am I supposed to know?!"
"You'll see."
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