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Anyone know where to get party supplies? If I have a place of my own, I'm going to be getting down with it. And I'm definitely going to be inviting anyone who wants to come do it with me.

[ Yes, this guy is young. Sixteen, to be exact. He's been spending his time at a boarding school, so it's not like he's not used to living away from home, but he is used to living with strict rules. But no more! ]

I do need more of a music collection, though. Anyone willing to share their home music with me?

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Well, I don't know that. Kids are weird.

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I'm not a kid.

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How old are you?

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Nearly seventeen!

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Oh. Nearly.

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Yes. Nearly.

It means something!

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It means you're a kid.

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But - no -

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Look. I've been nearly seventeen. You're still young.

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And how old are you now? Must be real old if you're making a big deal about nearly seventeen.

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Older enough.

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Hands off, then.

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My hands are deadly, so yeah. They're way off.

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Fancy. So are mine!

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Practical, not fancy.

[She lies. Her hands are pretty damn fancy.]

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Too bad. Fancy's more fun.

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I'm very boring, then. Nothing fancy about me.

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Don't lose heart. Something will come along!

Plus, if you're hot, that doesn't hurt.

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I might be too old to be hot.

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Impossible, unless you're Mrs. Claus.

But even she's got a certain element.

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Right. You know she doesn't exist?

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Shhh! Someone might hear!

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...we're texting.

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You never know.

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I promise, no one will hear me.