I went to Patrick's house for a party and just stood by the table with a bloody mary in my hand. My eyes scanned the room for any sign of Pete, but I couldn't find him, so I started to leave. Then I bumped into somebody. I looked up and saw his face.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I said.
"What's up?"
"Nothin'. I was just leaving because I couldn't find you."
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