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-The Fault In Our Stars
“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. "Sure" "Tomorrow?" he asked. "Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said. "You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?" "But you don't even have my phone number," he said. "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book." He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other."

So my Maureen Johnson and Hank Green T-shirts came in today. I was taking them out of the package when this happened:

clockworkreveur:

(Not sure if this is Mullet Maureen or Mullet Hank)

But of course that led to me doing this:

After which of course I had to pull out my Pizza John shirt and do all these:

Unfortunately Pizza John is in a slightly larger scale, but I found it rather amusing anyways!

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