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Matchmakers
Erik: What are you two doing?
Eve: We're on Den of Angels, checking out the Perfect Match game.
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Erik: Perfect Match? What for?
Poppy: You can keep a secret, can't you?
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Erik: Why? Is Eve breaking up with Dylan, because I don't
think I can handle him crying. He's like the biggest baby ever
and--
Poppy: It's not for Dylan, it's for Christian.
Erik: Christian?
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Eve: Yeah, well, you see Poppy and he...
Poppy: It's ok, Eve... I can speak for myself. Christian
and I broke up a few months ago.
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Erik: I'm sorry, Pop.
Poppy: It's ok. We didn't want to make a big deal out of
it. Things just never worked out. We're still friends and
all, but... ::shrug::
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Eve: So, Poppy thought it was a good idea to put Christian in
on that Perfect Match thing on DoA.
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Poppy: He's been so distant lately. I just thought this
might cheer him up. And worse comes to worse, he meets a new
friend. I just didn't want another mopey guy in the house.
Trent is enough for me.
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Erik: I don't know ladies. I think he's going to be pissed.
Eve: Ah, Erik, you're just jealous we didn't put you up on the meat
wagon here.
Erik: Nah, that would be Dylan.
Poppy: ::giggles::
Eve: ::sigh::
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