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“Gay, gay, gay” I chant in front of the bathroom mirror and then I see them behind me, Owen.
Owen: Congratulations, Mitile. Shall I give you a present as well? Ask me anything you'd like to know, and I'll answer in all honesty. Come on, go ahead. …Hehe, why so hesitant? I just want to be your friend.
Owen: You go and celebrate Bradley's birthday all you want, I'm not joining. There's nothing on that meat-stacked table that interests me anyways. I wonder if a little magic would help. You know, making everything so sweet it melts your tongue right off.