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Okay, that's it. I quit.

God.

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Isn't there an old saying? Quitters never win, or something like that.

Maybe I don't care if I win.

Then there's no game to quit, is there?

What the hell? Yeah, there is.

If you're not in it to win, then what's the point of playing?

Do you even listen to what you're saying?

Of course I do. You said you're quitting whatever game it was you were playing, but that maybe you didn't want to win to begin with. What's the point in playing if you're not in it to win?

Maybe I did but now I don't.

And what is it that's driving you to give up?

She has like five million boyfriends.

*B|*

...Yeah. We call that being slutty.

...whatever.

The truth sometimes hurts.

I. Don't. Care.

But you do.

You don't want to quit, do you? You just think you've been beaten.

Eh, she probably met them before she met me. I dunno.

Then you need to show her that you're better than them.

I don't need to do anything.

If you want her you do.

I'm gonna repeat myself here: I don't need to do anything.

Fine. You don't need to do anything. But do you want her?

Nah.

Whatever. When you decide you want my help, just let me know.

I don't need help.

I said want, not need. There is a difference.

Want, need, whatever. Don't want it either.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I almost believed that.

Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but maybe I can help.

Nope. Nothing you can do.

Can't stop the girl with five billion boyfriends. *yes, billion now*

...And you liked her?

A bit.

I'm sorry, hon. Did you try saying anything to her?

Nah. I'm quitting.

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