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"Did you take any food I made for you, back to your college dorm?" She asked.
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"No, I didn't but I didn't want to either, I don't want it to go bad. I'm barely in my dorm anyway,"
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"Gotcha." She responded, as if that didn't stab her in the heart. "I get it, it'd probably go bad anyways."
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"Yeah, I left a Subway sandwich in my minifridge by accident and my dorm stunk for weeks,"
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"Oh, damn." She cringed. "Those Subway sandwiches are definitely somethin' else, when they go bad."
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"Are you in traffic?" She asked, hearing horns blaring. "Or is that how your college campus always is?"
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Dylan chuckled, "I'm in gridlock traffic," he sighed. "It looks like a pretty bad accident happened a few miles up,"
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"Hang on, lemme check." She stated, getting her laptop. "Um, no. No accident happened."
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