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Gerard: "What happened in California on the 23rd of June?"
Bert: "It was you who had to remind me the last time."
Gerard: "I don't know what you're talking about, Bert. I'm not even playing games here. It's been a long time. I can't remember."
Bert: "Then it doesn't matter."
Gerard: "It seems to matter to you."
Bert: "I thought it did."
Gerard: "Not anymore?"
Bert: "It takes two people to make it mean something."
Gerard: "We still talking about... what are we talking about?"
Bert: "Nothing."
Gerard: "I'm sorry."
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FUCKER
Fanfiction2017-2018 It's been 12? 12 fucking years. And I still hate you. *This is presented a little differently than usual. Hope you enjoy.*
