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Remember: everything Kenneth says is made up.
You wake up on a beautiful Saturday morning. As your eyes flutter open, you notice Kenneth's side of the bed was empty. Suddenly, your eyes peer to the far corner of the room where Kenneth sits, hunched over a table as he plays his video game.
He promised to take you out on a date today, but it looks like that won't be happening once again. You call his name, but he doesn't answer, too immersed in his gameplay to notice you.
"He's fucking one shot. Dude, kill him." His voice was rough as he intensely clicks away at his controller.
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