No cousin of mine is spending New Year's alone, crying to Taylor Swift.
I don't cry to Taylor Swift.
Breeda
The whole block can hear! They're complaining again.
Okay, well, I have plans tonight, so...
Breeda
No more tacos!
Yes, tacos!
I miss the old Wes!
I'm sorry. The old Wes can't come to the phone right now.
Why? Oh...
Breeda
Oh, no. Don't you dare.
Because he's dead.
