The 21st night of September....moving on.
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Clyde: Hey, Token?

Token: What?

Clyde: Remember back in fourth grade, when we played that name picker game?

Token: Uh, I think so.

Clyde: Remember when we just came up with that random ass question of "Who's gonna end up dating a black person." And we all thought it was gonna land on you because you were dating Nichole.

Token: Heh, yeah.

Clyde: But it landed on my name.

Token: Ye-....

Clyde:.....

Token: Oh.

Clyde: That shit was real.

Token: But it also said I were gonna die the next day.

Clyde:....

Token: Exa-

Clyde: Oh my fucking god you're a ghost?

Token: Oh my fucking god. Why did I have to be attracted to you?