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“Next full moon, I’m stripping out of my clothes and saying Beetlejuice three times, hoping he’s desperate. Beetlejuice, Jules. He hangs out in a fucking graveyard and has gross as hell teeth. That’s where I am. I’m so sex deprived I’d let Beet—”
Fucking Alex. And yes, I’m shortening his name because I can.