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VERNON:
I gave you at least three
opportunities to come back,

but you still
couldn't capitalize.

I was just taking it easy
on you, Granddad.

That's not what
the score sheet said.

And it didn't help that
my phone kept blowing up.

We're still trying
to push this education bill,

but we're losing votes
one rep at a time.

If you needed to work,

we didn't have
to keep our squash date.

No.

Time with you is important.

And plus,
I've been so preoccupied

with putting my family
back together,

I needed to blow off some steam.

I'm glad to hear that things

with Smitty and the kids
are back on track.

However, it's not just been your
squash game that has suffered.

What do you mean?

Your political career, Martin.

I'm afraid
if you don't get your head

back in the game-- and fast--

the midterms are
gonna whip your butt

worse than I just did
on that court.

Every time I look up,
you're stuffing your face.

I'm still grounded.

No phone, no laptop, no life.

This is my entertainment.

Well, if you're bored tonight,

you can join Tyrell and me.

My contact for
the influencer piece,

they gave me
two virtual tickets to that

big gaming stream thing.

Isn't MrBeast in that?

Yeah, and iShowSpeed.

We got Kai Senate...

It's Kai Cenat, Dad.

Okay, maybe I'm not down
with the Twitchers,

or whatever you call them,

but I was thinking maybe
you could catch me up

and we could get pizza.
What do you say?

Sounds cool.

But I planned on
rewatching anime.

Can't you do that any time?

He and Jessica are syncing up
to stream it together.

They're gonna
FaceTime each other

and see each other's reactions.

Eavesdrop much?

You seriously need a hobby.

It's fine.
We are gonna have

plenty of family time
during Thanksgiving.

[sighs] About that...

I was hoping to see
if Jessica could join us

for Thanksgiving.

Well, isn't she gonna
want to spend it

with her own family?

That's just it.

Her parents are attending
this bougie brunch

at Hay-Adams
with these corporate types.

Jessica's gonna be
the only one under 30.

Okay.

Yeah, let me, um, ask your Pop.

-So that's a no.
-Well, it's called

co-parenting for a reason.

Look, we are both happy
that you found somebody

that you enjoy
spending time with.

Then what's the problem?

You're young.

This relationship is new.

I just want to make sure
you're not getting

too serious too quickly.

In other words,
Dad's worried that you two

will be sharing more than
just cranberry sauce.

Right, Dad?

♪ ♪

LAURA [on phone]:
How is your speech coming along?

The committee's been
asking for a preview.

I have all of
my talking points prepared,

but you know me.

Mother always said
I was the kind of child

who would redecorate
my birthday cake if she let me.

That sounds about right.
What are you envisioning?

Oh, it might be
a little too... ambitious.

Mm. For a Dupree event?

Ambitious is the baseline.

Okay, then.

I would like to add a QR code

that links to
mental health services,

hotlines,
all of that sort of stuff.

I was gonna ask
Samantha and Tyrell to help,

but then I remembered

Samantha is barred
from everything tech

and how hard it is
to pry Mr. Tyrell away

from his new girlfriend
without a crowbar.

You know I'm happy to help.

Oh, I don't want
to overload you, Laura.

You are already doing so much
to help with WinterFest.

And Thanksgiving's coming up.

You deserve a break, too.

It's not a problem.

-I can do it.
-[footsteps approaching]

Oh, speaking of your mother,
she just walked in

looking regal as ever.
Would you like to say hi?

Actually, I have to go.

Tell Mother
I will call her back.

You got a minute?

-Was that my daughter?
-Yes, ma'am.

She actually wants me
to help her with

some presentation stuff.

She wants to do a slideshow.

And I know we were supposed
to tackle these invoices,

but are you okay if

I get started
on her presentation first?

Of course.

Nicole's segment sets the tone
for the entire evening,

and these bills aren't
going anywhere.

[both laugh]

Thanks for being
so accommodating.

Oh, no, Laura, thank you.

We are so fortunate you took
an interest in WinterFest

and expanded your duties
to help us out this year.

It's been fun.

-I better get going.
-All right.

Laura, we really do have
to stop meeting like this.

People are going to think
that I'm stalking you.

-Got a minute?
-Barely.

Um, if you have forgotten,
and really, how could anyone,

with all the holiday displays

screaming at us
from every corner,

Thanksgiving is coming up,
and I am swamped

trying to help my mother
with WinterFest.

I have always admired
how you manage to juggle

your family and
philanthropic commitments

with a full patient roster. Mm.

You make magic look routine.

Give Mona and Laura
the kudos for that.

If it wasn't for them,
I would probably be

prescribing medication
to my potted plants

and trying to water my patients.

You don't give yourself
enough credit.

You truly are
an incredible woman.

Carlton...

Laying it on thick?

Sorry, I can't help myself.

It's fine.

Just don't let it happen again.

I'm assuming
you didn't just come by

to witness me
drowning in paperwork.

You could do me the honor

of letting me escort you
to WinterFest.

It's okay, sweetie.

Oh, I don't bite.

Not hard, anyway.

Anita!

Ah. You saved me a trip.

[sighs]

I was going to brave
a drive to your estate

to deliver these personally.

That was, until I saw
Titus out in the parking lot.

Well, don't trouble yourself
with social niceties,

like waiting to be invited.

Don't mind if I do.

Here you go.

The WinterFest invites,
hand-addressed as promised.

What was that with Laura?

What-- Oh, that.

That was just a friendly
greeting between acquaintances.

I know a performance
when I see one.

You know, to be honest,
I just don't know

why that girl jumps
out of her skin

every time we cross paths.

Maybe I can chalk it up
to those pesky rumors

that I tried to hurt her.

As if I would ever.

I want you to listen to me
very carefully,

because I don't repeat myself.

Nicole thinks of Laura
as family,

which means she's family to me.

Do not trifle with her again.

Oh, Anita.

The last thing anyone would
accuse me of being is...

trifling.

TYRELL:
Just because Samantha tried

hooking up with Nathan
in our living room

doesn't mean I'm that stupid.

Wow, so now I'm stupid?

Your taste in guys is.
Nathan is trash.

Can we literally talk
about anything else?

Like what?

Your boring political podcasts?

The fairness of my punishment?

TYRELL:
How annoying you've been lately?

You're annoying.

Okay, what is a topic

that is neutral and has

literally zero drama potential?

Oh, what about colleges?

By the looks of things,

I will be applying
when I'm in a nursing home.

How about you, Romeo?

Yeah. How did your
conversation with Izaiah go?

Did he give you
the inside scoop on Banneker?

I guess so.

Don't sound too enthusiastic.

Don't get me wrong.

Banneker is one of
the top HBCUs in the country.

And you've been talking
about the robotics program

since freshman year.

They're one of my top picks.

I-I just want
to keep my options open.

What other colleges
are you thinking about?

I'm seriously considering...

UCLA.

-Tell me how you really feel.
-[chuckles]

Sometimes a man needs
less comfort

and more clarity.

It's November.

You've got less than a year
until re-election,

and that clock
is ticking louder

than I think
you seem to realize.

I'm well aware.

My team already has
a strategy in place.

I'm not questioning
your staff's preparation.

I'm questioning yours.

You seem to be
going through the motions.

You think I'm going soft.

You were a storm once.

But, lately...

...you're more like
the calm that follows it.

It's funny
that you mention storms.

Do you remember
the summer of 2005?

Do I?

That was a nightmare.

But weren't you too young
for that to even register?

Actually,
I remember it vividly.

Watching the national news
with Mom and Dad

about the aftermath
of Hurricane Katrina.

Those images haunted me.

Grandmothers stranded
on rooftops,

lives floating down the streets
where houses were.

But we were here
in Fairmont Crest,

with well-manicured lawns
and security gates.

And it was only
a few states away

where people were
suffering and dying.

You came to my study

and asked
what were we doing to help.

And you said, "Not enough."

That it'd never be enough.

But we had to continue
helping to make it better.

Not much of an answer.

It stuck with me.

Along with something else
you gave me that day.

Clarity.

I didn't get into politics
just to ride the Dupree name.

I wanted to make sure
that the most vulnerable

weren't left behind
when the waters rise,

literally and figuratively.

Now, that's the firebrand
we need back in this race.

The question is, where'd he go?

I thought I made it clear

that I wasn't ready to date you

or anyone else
so soon after my divorce.

This isn't about me
not taking no for an answer.

Then what is it about?

Our friendship.

Friendship?

We are still friends, right?

Thank you for
addressing the envelopes.

The calligraphy is...

adequate.

Oh, I knew you would love it.

My seventh grade teacher
once told me that

my penmanship had
extraordinary charisma

with untapped genius.

[chuckles]
Guess it runs in the family.

Well, don't let me keep you.

I'm sure you must be
extremely busy

with all of your
various projects.

No, it actually felt good
to be useful again,

especially since
I haven't been working.

My schedule's been wide open,
thanks to your generosity.

Don't mention it.

Oh, but I must.

That trust that you set up for

my biological mother's heirs?

Oh, that has given me

such improvement
in the station of my life.

As well as Eva's.

You have given my daughter

something that I never could--

financial security.

You know, you really, truly are

like our fairy godmother.

So...

what do you want me
to tackle next?

Where is this coming from?

UCLA is a good school, Dad.

Sure, but you've been
talking about Banneker

since middle school.

I know you've been
looking at other schools,

but Banneker was always
the endgame.

Or so I thought.

Banneker's still one of them.

How can it not be?

Growing up, the fam made it
sound like it was Wakanda,

just with homework.

All those stories from
Grandma Nicole and Grandpa Ted

about how HBCUs were like
a second family.

[sighs]
In-in California,

Silicon Valley's right there.

I can get connections
to tech internships

that would be hard to get
here in D.C.

Oh, please.

It's the internships
that are pulling you out west,

and not because that's where
Jessica's planning to go?

Why are you such a big mouth?

Samantha, sweetheart,

can you please give
your brother and I the room?

Sure.

I will just take this

and go continue
serving my sentence upstairs.

You pursued
your congressional seat

to change the system.

But somewhere along the way,
the system changed you.

Now I spend more time

proofreading amendments
and subcommittees

than doing anything that
touches real people's lives.

Well, the business of change

is a messy one.

After decades,

I can count my true victories
on one hand.

And half of those
came with compromises

that still keep me up at night.

The machine is designed
to grind down the best of us.

To turn idealists
into pragmatists,

pragmatists into cynics.

But do you think

John Lewis didn't wake up
some mornings

and want to quit?

You think Shirley Chisholm

didn't sit alone and wonder,
"Was it worth it?"

And you, for that matter.

But now that I know
how the game is played,

my second term
would make my first

look like child's play.

We just have to make sure
you have a second term.

Our district's been
a safe seat for a generation.

No one on the other side
can touch me.

Who said the threat could come
from the other side?

You think I could face
a primary challenge?

I don't think so.

Martin, I know so.

Thank you for your
generous offer, Leslie,

but I won't be needing
any more help from you.

My daughters have
taken the reins,

and Laura has
WinterFest well in hand.

My husband has even
carved out time to pitch in.

Wow, imagine that.

A man like Senator Dupree,
with so much on his plate,

still finds the time
to have his wife's back.

Such loyalty is inspiring,

especially with
the powerful men these days

who have such wandering
attention spans.

Well, WinterFest is as important
to Vernon as it is to me.

It's a family affair.

"Affair" being
the operative word.

What does that mean?

Oh, I-I meant that
I've heard that WinterFest

is quite the affair
to experience,

and I am simply honored
to have played such a

modest, uh, supporting role

in yet another triumph

for the incomparable Duprees.
[chuckles]

[phone buzzing]

Oh, apologies.

Oh, it's the hospital.

Um...

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you,
I-I-I am on the way.

Okay,
I hate to cut this short...

What a shame,
we were having such a good time.

I know! But...

but the doctor,

he's overseeing
the clinical trial for Peaches.

The woman who raised you?

Yes, yes. Um...

He's wanting me
to come in for an update.

You know she's in the hospital.

No, I didn't know.

Please tell her
I'll hold a good thought.

Thank you, Anita.

Okay.

Well... Uh...

Oh!

I still am going
to stop by later

because I do have some ideas

that I want to run by you
for WinterFest.

-That won't be necessary...
-Oh, no, no, no. I insist,

because I want to be of service.

Toodles.

Of course we are still friends.

Why wouldn't we be?

I know that I came in hot,

rushing things when
your heart was still healing.

Timing has never
really been my strong suit.

So if that cost me
the chance to be with you,

pushing for something more,

I would regret it,

but accept it.

What I won't accept is

knowing that
I've wrecked a friendship

that we've built
over so many years.

Remember all
the good times we had

at those WinterFest
after-parties?

[laughing]:
Like when you started

that ridiculous line dance?

[both laughing]

And your father jumped in

like he was auditioning
for Soul Train.

Poor Anita could
barely catch her breath

from laughing
watching him cut loose.

And Dani-- Dani trying
that viral dance

that Chelsea taught her...

-In six-inch Louboutins.
-[laughing]

Oh, that poor caterer!

She nearly took him out
with that fan kick.

Hors d'oeuvres went flying!

-Oh...
-[laughs]

[sighs]

I missed this.

So have I.

I'm hearing from
National Committee insiders

that you're on track to face
a serious primary challenger.

How do we know
this is not just rumors?

Rumors don't book war rooms
or hire pollsters.

This has been brewing for weeks,

maybe longer.

I must have pissed off
someone really high this time.

Or...

they were playing chess
from the start.

Keep you busy
with subcommittees,

let you drown in red tape,

then come election year,

claim you broke
all your promises.

But the why doesn't matter now.

No, no, we need to ensure
your political career

doesn't crash and burn
after the first term.

Yes, my focus has been divided.

Even this education bill
is toothless.

[sighs]
The truth is,

bureaucracy and minutiae

are weighing me down.

Take a holiday,
do some soul-searching.

Mm-hmm.

Figure out the politician
you want to be,

then try to tap back
into that young congressman

with fire in his belly.

Understood.

Good.

And one more thing.

I'm afraid to ask.

Your first campaign,

you were underestimated.

They won't make
that mistake again.

It could get ugly.

You need to make sure
your family is ready for it.

Jessica's not the only reason
why I'm considering UCLA.

But it's the main reason.

Can we not do this right now?

Well, I haven't even
started saying anything yet.

Yeah, but I already
know the speech.

Education is the foundation
for your future.

Four years that shape
the next 40.

Be smart, think long term,

and don't throw it away
for a girl.

So maybe the problem
isn't me saying it,

maybe it's you knowing
that it's true.

But Jessica's
not just some girl.

She gets me.

I don't have to be
the charity case

or the chess geek.

I don't have to code-switch

or be a different version
of myself.

She sees me.

Go on.

We kept trading places
in A.P. Physics.

I started helping her,
she started helping me, too.

Jessica stayed with me
on FaceTime until 3:00 a.m.,

quizzing me on formulas.

And when I start overthinking,
she'll be like,

"Tyrell, your brain's
doing that thing again."

She calms me down.

And she notices me spiraling
before I even do.

Well, it sounds like you two
have something special.

It is.

Jessica's brilliant and driven,

but still down-to-earth.

But none of that matters
if she's attending UCLA

and dumping me for a Cali guy.

You really care about her,
don't you?

But I just don't
want to lose her.

Thank you for being bold enough
to speak your truth

about wanting
to preserve our friendship.

I know that couldn't
have been easy.

Especially given...

how long you've carried
those feelings.

Does that mean you'll
attend WinterFest with me?

I promise not to
embarrass you with my dancing.

Too much.

You are persistent.

I am a big believer
in manifestation.

And right now,
I am manifesting you

on my arm at
your family's annual soiree.

And after everything
you've been through,

you deserve a night where
someone is thinking about

your happiness for a change.

Okay, smooth talker.
You wore me down.

-Yes!
-I will let you

escort me as my friend.

I need that to be clear.

That is more than enough for me.

For now.

[sighs]

You're a whiz at math.

Can you crunch
some numbers for me?

All right, hit me.

Okay.

When you and your sister were
at the foster home,

what are the odds that
you would have ended up here,

in this life?

Pretty slim.

And what are the odds
that a Black legislator

from the almighty
Dupree family,

with all their secrets,

would fall head over heels
for a white reporter

who asks way too many questions?

Even slimmer.

Like Drake-winning-a-
Grammy-for-bluegrass-level rare.

Yeah, but it happened.

Not because it was easy,
or because it made sense,

but because we chose it.

And we kept choosing it,

even when it was hard.

So what you're saying is,

if Jessica and I are real,

Banneker vs. UCLA
won't break us?

Exactly.

If something's real,
it doesn't die when it's tested.

And if it doesn't survive,

then maybe it's because
it wasn't meant to.

And we have
these awesome inventions.

They're called airplanes.

And summer vacation.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

All I'm saying is,

whatever you decide,

if it's Banneker, if it's UCLA,

if it's any one of
those schools,

do it for you.

Don't do it for me,
don't do it for Jessica,

don't do it for your Pop,

but do it for you, because

you are the one that's gonna
have to live with that choice.

Promise?

Yeah. I promise.

Bring it in.

Looks like you two are
having a moment.

What'd I miss?

We were just

-talking about...
-Jessica.

Yeah, don't you have
that binge thing with her?

[phone ringing]

That's her FaceTiming
right now.

-Okay.
-Later, Dads.

SMITTY:
Yeah.

Is everything okay?

Martin, we need to talk.

Hello, my love.

Well, hello, yourself.

How'd the match go with Martin?

I beat the pants off him.

He thought he had me
in the third set,

but he forgot,

you know, I've been
volleying with colleagues

who are twice as fast
and half as humble

since the Clinton
administration.

Well, it sounds like your day
is going better than mine.

Did you discuss with him
what you intended?

I lit a fire under him
about the midterms.

He'll get his act together.

Good.

I know we once...

wanted him to walk away
from politics altogether,

but now that certain ghosts
from his past are laid to rest,

it's time our grandson

stepped fully into the role
he was born into.

Amen to that.

Oh, speaking of ghosts,

I feel like
I'm being haunted all day.

What's going on?

Oh, nothing I can't handle.

I'll have to call you back.

I'll be counting the minutes
until you do.

Bye.

-Mrs. Dupree.
-Eva.

You haven't seen
my mother, have you?

We're supposed
to meet here for lunch.

She just left.

Of course.

And without texting or calling.
Typical.

She got a call from
the doctor about Peaches.

Well, nothing your mother said
suggested an emergency.

[exhales]
Thank God.

I hope she didn't
wear your nerves too thin

while she was here.

Well, I would be lying
if I said otherwise.

But you needn't trouble
yourself.

I know exactly how to handle
that mother of yours.

We really have
to stop meeting like this.

What's the matter, little girl?

Cat got your tongue?

I am not a little girl.

I am a grown-ass woman,

and I'm telling you
to get out of my damn way.

No. No, no, no, no.
Absolutely not.

-Martin.
-There is no version in reality

where we sit back
and let Tyrell

chase some girl
across the damn country.

Babe, you need to breathe.

The last thing
we need is you erupting

when he comes downstairs.

All that'll do is drive him
closer to L.A. out of spite.

What is happening with our kids?

I mean, Samantha's out here
rebranding herself

as this lovesick groupie,

and now, my steady,
grounded, logic-driven son

is about to throw away Banneker
for a teen romance

that might not even survive
the first semester.

Shh!

He's 17.

He's straddling the line
between boy and man.

You remember that age.

Everything is life and death.

This decision will
indeed impact his whole life.

But I'm not about
to just sit back

and watch him throw it away
in pursuit of puppy love.

I'm not saying
he should do this.

I'm just saying he could do
a heck of a lot worse than UCLA.

No, Banneker leads
in their pioneering work

from science data
to cybersecurity.

Babe, you are preaching
to the converted.

I'm just saying,
remember what happened

last time that we tried
to take control?

You mean when I met
with Tyrell's principal

and created a mess for him
at school?

Yeah. I was being nice.

I appreciate that.

As well as being
the voice of reason, as always.

What's our play here?

We wait.

We watch, we guide.

And we cross that bridge
if and when it happens.

Quite the opposite advice

I received from Granddad.

He basically told me
to batten down the hatches.

Your squash game
with Vernon was that bad?

Oh, he handed me my ass twice.

Once on the court, and after...

...he dropped
a political bomb on me.

Once again,
I'm sorry about my mom.

And not just for today,
honestly, for all of it.

I hope you know that
I will never forgive myself

for helping Mama
go after Nicole.

She didn't deserve any of that.

No, she didn't.

But then, you didn't deserve

to have your head
filled with lies, either.

I still had free will.

I could have seen through
Mama's toxic narrative

and done my own research.

But you did, eventually.

Once you got to know
Nicole and Ted,

you realized that
they weren't the villains

in your mother's
little soap opera.

As angry as I am
at Ted and Leslie

for what they did
to my daughter,

I do recognize
that you were just

collateral damage
in all of this.

I understand you and Ted

have managed to forge
a relationship.

I wish I'd had him
in my life from day one,

but better late than never.

It's definitely an upgrade
from my stepdad,

who treated me
like Mama's baggage.

And when he got sick,

it drained us
for every cent we had.

I'm thankful
for what I had with Alan.

Just makes me appreciate Ted
so much more.

The little mouse
finally decided to roar.

I'm done being afraid of you.

From the moment
you ran me off that road,

my life has been hell.

Living in a prison in my mind,

while you've been
walking around scot-free

like nothing happened.

Careful, Lolo.

If you insist on spreading
these creative narratives,

I'll have no choice
but to file

a suit of defamation
that is so devastating,

even your grandchildren
will be paying restitution.

I'm not lying.

You tried to kill me.

Not once, but twice.

The police may not have
found the evidence,

but we both know the truth.

Make no mistake.

If I wanted you dead,

worms would be feasting

on your rotten flesh
as we speak.

I don't leave loose ends.

[laughs]

I'm just kidding.

Oh, you should see your face.

[sighs]

Listen, I know everyone
is casting me to be

the big, bad villainess,

but that couldn't be
further from the truth.

Okay?

So, how about we
make a truce, hmm?

What's going on here?

Your lovely assistant

and I were just
comparing notes

about how magical it's been

helping your family
with WinterFest.

Weren't we, Laura?

Some chamomile
with a little lavender

to help settle your nerves.

I'm so sick of
letting that woman get to me.

Every time I think I'm past it,
she shows back up,

and I go right back
to being terrified.

You should be
proud of yourself, Laura.

Standing up to Leslie
took a lot of courage.

It took everything I had.

The whole time,
my heart was pounding so hard,

I thought it might burst.

Is there anything
you can prescribe

that can help me with this
anxiety that Leslie causes?

I don't think medication
is what you need.

Leslie is banking on
keeping you destabilized.

But I can help you develop
some coping skills

to recognize her tactics
and neutralize them.

Please, anything.

I'll start working on a plan.

In the meantime,
I do think there is

something I can prescribe
that might help.

What?

A hug.

[sighs]

Oh, what a lovely surprise.

-Is it?
-Absolutely.

I have been thinking about
you quite a bit lately, Carlton.

Oh. May I call you Carlton?

Depends on why.

Well, I want us to become
better acquainted.

After all, we do have
so much in common.

And what exactly would that be?

For starters,

our desire to make sure
that Ted and Nicole

never find their way back.

You should have seen
Granddad's face

when he told me about
the primary challenger.

It was like he was
preparing me for war.

Yeah, I have some friends
who lateraled

from investigative research
for newsrooms

to opposition research
for campaigns, and,

Martin, they leave
no stone unturned.

They dig through everything,

from financials
to Facebook likes.

This could get bad.

Are you good with that?

With them dragging
our entire lives

out in the spotlight again?

You know, when I married you,

I didn't just marry the man,

I married the mission.

That passion for public service,
that is one of the things

that made me fall in love
with you in the first place.

It's that passion
that I need to find again.

And you will.

But I do need you to give me
your word about something.

What?

This family needs to come first.

Before the campaign,
before donors.

When Tyrell graduates,
you're there.

When Samantha has her cotillion,

you show up.

When you and I have
our anniversary,

cameras or no cameras,

you're with me. Okay?

I promise.

Family over politics.

Always.

While I will never
condone Leslie's antics,

I can't help but feel
a modicum of empathy for her.

I can't imagine what
it would've been like to

raise a child
without a stable partner.

I thank God
for my Vernon every day.

Now, I know
no one is perfect,

but...

that husband of mine
comes pretty damn close.

[chuckles]

You definitely are one of
the lucky ones, Mrs. Dupree.

Sharon?

Yeah.

Looking forward
to seeing you again soon.

Our last time together was

one for the record books.

Izaiah.

What can I say?

I'm a fool for love.

Loyalty matters
a lot to me, Tomas.

That's why I want to talk about
your future at the firm.

Hello there, pretty lady.

You are a cop.

Is that a problem?

You knew that
your ex would be here,

and you brought me here anyway?

Why would you do that?

-Where's your fire extinguisher?
-Under the sink.

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