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My number? It's three. *It's some kind of number, he just doesnt say what it's for*

Three? That's not really the same thing. Or like, part of a number anyway.

But it is my number and I happen to like it.

Is it like, your lucky number or something?

Yeah. Yeah, something like that. Why, is it not supposed to be my number?

It can totally be your number, it's just not what I meant at all. You're like, messing up the whole system.

Okay, okay, so if three isn't good enough for you, than what is? Because clearly if you don't like my number, I'll just keep it.

Then keep your number! I've always been more of a seven kind of gal anyway.

Gal is a weird word.

Gal is a weird word. It's like old people speak.

But seven is cool too, I like seven. You can keep it though, I'm good with three, we've got a good thing going.

Right? It's totally old speak. I know someone who used to call my girlfriends galpals. I was always so uncomfortable with that.

Good. Keep your three thing. Keep it all, I don't need your love affair.