George:
You wanna maybe get some dinner tonight?
Christine:
Maybe.
George:
You know, fork, knife, plate, food, *dinner*.
Christine:
I don't... I don't get it.
George:
Chubbuck, I'm not gonna bite you. I feel like we're always about to make some breakthrough to some new level of connectivity, but something gets in the way.
Christine:
Dinner?
George:
Yeah.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:13