Okay, I'll bite, while I've got a very slow network search running at the office...
P: "Rumor has it that you hate me with a passion that would make Karen blanch. Why?"
H: "Oh, like you don't know why. You said you were my friend once, and then you blew me off."
P: "Uh, what? I never 'blew you off.' We just drifted apart. Sometimes people do that. Doesn't mean it's anything personal."
H: "Yeah, that's what Sara said. Only I know that's bullshit, and I know you know it too."
P: "Oh
do you. You can read me like a book, is that right? Point out whatever it was specifically I said or did that 'blew you off' and I'll believe you."
H: "You said I was 'so last month!'"
P: "What. When was that?"
H: "Okay, you said Justin Timberlake was so last month. Still, from the way you turned away, Sara and Michelle following after you like pup--"
P: "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were Timberlake's secret identity. Or his girlfriend. Anyway, I'll ask again: When. Was. That?"
H: "Near the end of freshman year. In between classes. You were planning one of your must-be-there parties and were wondering what kind of tunes to play. So I suggested Justin, because--horror of horrors!--I happen to like him, uh, like his music, and you just totally dissed my idea and walked off."
P: "Oh wait, wasn't that when Aggie started up with all her--anyway, not important. So you didn't come to that party, I take it?"
H: "Duh. Or any other of your big debutante dos. I knew when I wasn't wanted."
P: "Did I
say you couldn't come?"
H: "Well, not in so many words, but--"
P: "Did I say. To your face. 'Don't come to my parties anymore?'"
H: "...No."
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Someone else wanna take it from here?
