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“So there’s this thing you do, that I don’t get,” Paul says, kicking his socked feet against Carly’s. They’re in her bed — Carly in pajamas and Paul in sweatpants and a ratty T-shirt that pass for the same — with beer and a bag of ranch-flavored chips, half-heartedly watching Jaws.
“Yeah?”
“Why do I always have an awesome time with you when I’m miserable?”
She shoves another handful of chips into her mouth. “Because I am awesome, and most of the time we spend together has involved you being miserable, which is what happens when you date girls you shouldn’t be dating.”
“I’m starting to think I maybe shouldn’t be dating.”
“Ya think?” Carly asks.
“Thanks.”
“Look, I’m just saying you didn’t magically stop being nuts when you realized you liked d**k the mostest.”
Paul cackles. Carly
