“You’re an idiot,” Holly told him.
“False,” said Simon with utmost solidarity. “I’ve got an IQ of one hundred and forty-three, so I’m not an idiot. Granted, I am impulsive, irresponsible and melodramatic, not to mention I’m, as you so eloquently informed me, a pretentious twat. If you’re going to insult me, Holly, which I know you will, at least do so accurately.”
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