(prt 2)“Hey Charlie, did you send yourself a postcard?”“What, no? How would I even
(prt 2)“Hey Charlie, did you send yourself a postcard?”“What, no? How would I even do that?”“I don’t know, but this is definitely your weird ghetto chicken scratch equivalent of writing.”“Oh man, Alice wrote me! This is sweet!”“Alice? Have you been huffing something more expensive than glue?”“No, man, Alice is a real person! Remember I was away all last summer?”“Yeah, we kind of assumed you’d been passed out under the bridge or something.”“No, I was hanging out with Alice! She took me on adventures, she taught me some sweet keyboard stuff, bought me some clothes. We had to burn the clothes later because they were all covered in blood, but, it was a really nice gesture either way. She loves doing crazy accents, and pretending to be other people. Alice, man! I must have mentioned Alice before.”“No, this is literally the first any of us have heard of your imaginary girlfriend.”“She’s not imaginary, and she’s not my girlfriend. The postcard says she’s with her friend John now, I think maybe they have a thing going on? Anyway, she’s a million percent too scary to date, and I would never do that to the Waitress.”“All in favour of ignoring Charlie’s imaginary girlfriend who’s cheating on him, say aye.”“Yeah, whatever you guys, I’m putting this on the wall.”(go to prt 1) -- source link
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