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July 2, 2007
Tyler automatically grabs a bag of chips and slides into his desk chair. He surfs the net, loudly chewing. Biff places his blazer in the wardrobe and gently shuts the door. “I enjoyed meeting your girlfriend this evening. She was quite lovely.”

Tyler’s gaze is fixed on his screen but he replies, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“Well, I assumed you weren’t homosexual due to the young lady above your bed but I don’t understand why you aren’t dating Cassie. If I had a friend like her, I would want her to be my girlfriend.”

“I bet you would.”