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🎶Fourteen🎶

Lovie: Jess

Lovie: Jess

Lovie: JESS!!!

Jess: At your service.

Lovie: Oh, God 😑

Lovie: I just saw George at the beach.

Jess: Who?

Lovie: George!

Jess: You're going to need to be more specific, hon.

Jess: There are thousands of Georges out there.

Lovie: You know who I'm talking about.

Lovie: Tall, dark, and handsome?

Jess: Oh, yeah.

Jess: George the jackwagon.

Lovie: Jackwagon?

Jess: I could have said something else, but I'm being nice.

Jess: What's he doing in Hawaii?

Lovie: On vacation, I suppose . . .

Lovie: . . . with his girlfriend.

Jess: I bet that was awkward.

Lovie: It was.

Jess: How'd you know it was him?

Lovie: Well . . .

Lovie: I wiped out on my surfboard and then he swam out and got me.

Jess: That sounds like every other cliche movie.

Jess: Did he take off his shirt and give it to you?

Lovie: No.

Jess: Usually that's what happens.

Jess: This smoking hot guy rescues this girl and then he's like, "Are you all right?" Even if she says she's fine, he starts stripping down and then she's staring at his six-pack.

Lovie: It wasn't that good.

Jess: Bummer.

Lovie: He invited me to meet them at the beach tomorrow at one.

Jess: Wait.

Jess: He invited you to meet him at the beach when his girlfriend was standing there?

Lovie: Yes.

Jess: He hasn't changed a bit.

Lovie: Jess!

Jess: What? He broke your heart, and I've got some bitter feeling built up for that jackwagon.

Lovie: Stop saying that.

Jess: Why??? It's fun to say.

Jess: Jackwagon, jackwagon, jackwagon.

Lovie: 😑