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“No, Jasper. Your dad is as an asshole. Mine loves me. You just don’t know what that looks like.”
Low blow
“That’s probably what you tell all the girls, Gervais.” “Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”
“Do you think about me?”
“When we go weeks or months without talking or seeing each other . . . do you think about me?”
“Every fucking day, Sunny.”
Jasper: Sunny. Be less cool. Come save me. The waitress keeps trying to talk to me. Sloane: So talk to her. Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.
“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”
“I feel like I could crumble under the weight of not wanting to disappoint you. I’m paralyzed by my fear of losing you.”
We’re often blind to the people we love the most.”
