Read the following dialogue:

1: "Va a tener que ir Jorge por Juan mañana."
2: "¿Y el tío Pepe?"
1: "También, pero él llega hoy en la noche."
2:"¿No podemos pasar por él?"
1:"Pués m'ija, con toda la friega que tenemos que armar todavía..."

3:"Que joda es una boda."
2:"Pero fíjate que es padre, la verdad si no disfrutas eso, yo no sé que vas a disfrutar."
3:"'¿Qué?"
2:"Pués el mero día de la boda se te va en un chasquido, si no disfrutas el construir tu día desde antes... ¿qué es lo que disfrutas?"


What is wrong with the dialogue above?

Last night I had a dream (no, not quoting Luther King in any way),
throughout this dream time seemed to pass but it was always night time.
I was at a party in someone's house and there were moments when this house looked like a mall because
it had cafeteria tables and a play-house in the middle of the living room. There was a big back yard
it had a pool and it was connected to the woods, but this is irrelevant, I never seemed to leave the house.
Every room had the lights turned off what very little amount of light there was came from candles and moonlight
that entered from the garden window. I shambled around, there didn't seem to be enough space for me to walk,
the house was full of people.I remember seeing my old elementary school friends, in that moment I thought of
how I always pictured us being friends forever, even when I moved to this God forsaken town (such a lovely God forsaken town).
I saw Caroline and I immediately felt ashamed. I lowered my head and tried to hide between the darkness and the crowd; behind her walked
Danielle. I felt lonelier than I did when I realized I was in the party alone.
After shuffling around for another while I saw Daniel, and after that things got weird. I didn't gather courage to
talk to him or anything (even if I knew it was a dream), but my unconscious self was affected by that and after seeing him
I just started to bump into most of my ex-lovers, and we talked and it was soothing.
Instead of feeling sad or guilty when I woke up, I felt a little at peace. I came to terms with the fact that they were gone.
When I woke up I felt, as if I had actually spoken to them, I felt forgiven my some and forgave others.
There was this one guy, who I think I hurt(in real life), and we talked, and he kissed my cheek as a sign of peace.
He gave me a ride back to my place and I.. I felt so soothed, I stuck half of my body out the window
and opened my arms and gathered air between them and in my hair. It was still night-time, but it felt like it was dawn.

I'm grateful for this dream, most of these people I've actually missed, perhaps not in a romantic way but I just miss their
existance in my life. This is the wonder of dreams, should I not be afraid of it, I could dream of my grandmother and talk to her,
but then again I wouldn't know what to tell her, we never talked back when she was living.

Blatant honesty.

At first I didn't like you.
I thought you were fake, boring and overall just... trying too hard to seem interesting.

But that's just something I always do.
I try to expect as little as possible from everyone around me.
I tried to avoid you a little at first.
I thought you were a little sickening.

Then I tried getting close to you
I tried reading what you wrote, but found nothing in it,
since I stuck to my stupid prejudiced mind.

Little by little, you started proving me wrong.
You are not trying too hard to seem interesting.
You are trying to hard to seem normal.
And it is sad...
because you are much more an interesting human being, than most people who surround you.

I wish you could see you're not damaged, you're a brilliant mind.
Smart, critical, but humble.
I wish I could somehow show you that the problem isn't you,
it's that people often lack the patience to stick around, and get to know you better.

I suddenly became very protective of you, mainly because you make my darkest thoughts feel protected and embraced. I see you more as a friend to be trusted than many other people who surround me.
For some stupid reason I think you are as interested in what I have to say as I am in what you have to write.
You don't judge me.
I don't judge you.
Kindred spirits with a very dark sense of humor.
Kindred spirits with suicidal tendencies.
Kindred spirits with fear of rejection.

I see a friend in you, a friend I need to protect.
and I genuinely hate her for hurting you,
for making you feel like you're useless and worthless.
Her, so stupid, so unread, so vain and immature.
I've never felt this angry at my friend's foes.

You're not worthless.
You can't let such an ignorant bitch let you down like that.

You're my friend.

While my mother waters plants
my father loads his gun.
He says death will give us back to God,
just like the setting sun
is written to the lonesome ocean.

How they shimmer, how they glimmer, those butterflies.

High like a helium balloon.

I like to look up wild at an infinite sky
twinkling with diamonds.
It's true, I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
undressed, with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness.
Thinking of night song of your hair
premature as evening falls, it calls to me,
interrupted by the sirens in the street.

Soulmate.

We make time; try to find somebody else.

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Your philosophy, your poetry;
you beautiful scumbag,
even though you don't have feelings
I'm obsessed with you right now!