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You're under a spell. Oh, poor little Dawnie.

I... I feel for him.

You had Mr Gurin for English back at your old school, right?

No, but maybe you start to feel really bad about leaving them there.

I'm there. Or at least I was there when I was still in high school.

Which I was just a couple of years ago, really.

I know what you're doing, slut. I saw you. I saw you with RJ!

- I think I might be under a spell here. - I hear ya.

It's just time to let someone else have a turn. And you knew this was comin'.

But I thought you wanted him... for you.

He used to be all into comic books, Model UN, geek stuff - no offence, Harris.

What you're doing to them. In specific, my sister.

It's just things are different now. He has a soul.

It's just, you know, I meant "drag" in a good, fun way.

Glad Dawnie can't see her precious boyfriend getting thrusty with some slut-bag hussy...

I'm sorry you had to get involved in this, Dawn.

What? You're telling me I don't feel what I feel?

I get it. After last week, you feel you need to be all renegade and broody.

I don't have any of that stuff. But if I did this, then his whole life he'd know

Nice cheering the other day.

A captain, OK? People look up to you and you need to keep that in mind when you...

"All I have to do is...

- Good times. - Here. Something.

- Now, you're sure you understand the plan? - I think I got it, yeah.

But nobody's better than RJ.