Oh God. That’s it. It’s all over.
Brienne:
Nothing is over until we’re dead and buried.
Alana:
Don’t go on the date. Duh! Tell her no.
Devina:
It’s time to tell her how you feel!
Billy:
I DID tell her how I feel! During the storm.
I don’t think she cares.
Eliza:
Tell her again, dingdong. And again. And again after that. Make her hear you.
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Billy:
Who is this motherfucker?
[pic attached]
This is the second night in a row he’s been in her driveway. WTF?
Fox:
You did NOT take a picture ofhis car!? Billy!
Alana:
Do NOT run that man’s license plate through your computers, Detective. Don’t violate his, or HER, privacy like that.
Devina:
Seconded. Don’t be that guy.
Brienne:
I would typically say go for it, since I kinda get a kick out of whacking hornet nests with sticks. But in this case, I’m siding with the board. Don’t run his plates.
Billy:
Fine, I won’t.
You’re right. She told me she was done, so I have to respect that.
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Billy: