My dear, it seems that “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran is halfway done, and neither of us have a member of the opposite sex to slowly sway with and stare into each other’s eyes awkwardly. If, it’s not too much trouble, would you like to accompany me to the large gymnasium and dance with me? —a-as friends? Sure! Yes! That’s what I was thinking too! Let’s go dance my dear fr—oh. Oh you have to go to the bathroom? Well okay I’ll wai—oh you’re pooping? Would you at least like to dance within close proximity of each other before the event shuts down? Ah, yes a spontaneous fever. I understand. Those happen to me all the time… I-I’ll see myself to the exit. My babysitter is here to take me home. She showed up early. So I guess this is goodbye… I-I’ll see you on Mon—oh. You really transferring to Swindon High School. I see. I hear they have a fantastic uhh… uhh… Nevermind. Goodbye. I lo—shit I can’t say that. I’m so sorry, I’ll be going now