So you were having another cozy date with Valencia's boyfriend and - Oh, my God, that's not what happened. You guys had some kind of scene, somehow a window broke and look who's cleaning it up? I'm literally holding a dustpan and a broom in my hand, cleaning up your mess. Why are you mad at me? I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself. There are other ways to get out of this building but I walked by your patio. And my girlfriend is 20 feet through that wall, and I'm standing here. I gotta go.
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