"just ignore him, it's the best you can do, at least don't punch him" phil explained.
"okay, thanks phil" dan smiled. "so, how are you feeling? any better?"
"i'm better because you're comforting me"
"do you wanna continue talking?"he asked.
"yeah" phil answered and yawned.
"you're cute" dan said and smiled at him, wondering how he got so lucky. how did phil end up finding that one tiny piece of paper on ground? what if the person dan didn't even remember hadn't dropped it? where would dan be in life now? would he still be drinking as much? where would phil be? mayb- his thoughts got cut off when phil spoke softly.
"what you thinking 'bout?"
"oh, nothing"
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