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[onlyoneof]

[SHOOTING LINCOLN IN THE FACE.

I mean.

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[skepticalities]

Well . . .

[onlyoneof]

Don't worry, I won't catch a cold and if I do you won't notice.

[skepticalities]

Are you sure about that?

[onlyoneof]

I could hide it from my mother and there's no way you're as bad as her.

[skepticalities]

Fine, fine.

[onlyoneof]

We need a heater.

[skepticalities]

Can you wire something up?

[onlyoneof]

Probably, but I'd have to go down there and it will be cold.

[skepticalities]

But then you could wire something up. And you'd be warm.

[onlyoneof]

I'm not sure it's worth it.

[skepticalities]

Warmth, Peter.

[onlyoneof]

Fine, fine. But I'll whine all the way there.

[skepticalities]

You? Whine about the cold? Never.

[onlyoneof]

...

Seriously. You're ruined.

[skepticalities]

You just haven't been paying attention.

[onlyoneof]

I ruined you forever.

[skepticalities]

You haven't been paying attention and now you're . . . taking credit for it.

[onlyoneof]

Of course I'm taking credit for it. It's all my fault.

[skepticalities]

You are so full of yourself.

[onlyoneof]

I really am.

[skepticalities]

. . . come on. I know I saw some extra blankets stashed in a hall closet at the hotel. You could use those for now if you'd like.

[onlyoneof]

We're not sleeping together?

[skepticalities]

. . . Lincoln's back.

[onlyoneof]

So we're not telling people.

[skepticalities]

We can, I just— wouldn't that be awkward for him . . . ?