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Haters can hate. But I KNOW.

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You know what, man?

Oh ... things. All will come to the surface in time, dude.

The normally do. Just don't let the hate shit get to ya.

It really doesn't bother me. Hate isn't the opposite of love, you know.

*stares at him funny*

You lost me..

Hate still implies an emotional tie.

Ah, right! Yes, been there, done that, got sacked.

Do you still know?

You are wrong.

No.

Yes.

Yes! Except ... no.

You are insufferable.

So I hear.

Pie?

You are supposed to be teaching me guitar, not feeding me so that my clothes continue to shrink.

*folds arms*

*serves strawberry pie and coffee*

Well, a snack helps you have more energy to focus on learning stuff.

*flings a strawberry at him*

I ate today.

*dodges strawberry*

What's your problem?

Do you want for me to grow large?

You were not around yesterday.

You're not going to grow large.

And I didn't want you to beat me with a guitar.

Does that maybe symbolize that you want to be better at guitar than I am ... "beat me" figuratively?

Or do you seriously want to whack the hell out of me with a Stratocaster?

No, I want to whack the hell out of you.

Good, glad we're clear on that.

(eats*

Why are you eating? Give me my lesson.

... because I'm hungry?

And that's not very polite.

I apologize.

You confuse me.

Apology accepted. And yes, a lesson, after I finish. Okay?

Alright. You will need to show me how to properly hold the guitar.

Do you write poetry?

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