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Lea:Knowing Cory, he’ll probably buy underwear in every place that he goes. He’s like the biggest dude I’ve ever met in my life, so he’s like ‘Blah. Underwear. I’ll just buy some.’ I might have to ask him if he’s wearing underwear but that’d probably be inappropriate.
Reporter:No, ask him.
Lea:Let’s go ask him.
Lea:Hey Cory! We have a very important question for you. We want to know if you are, in fact, wearing underwear at this moment.
Cory:Yes. I bought them…I bought them at the Macy’s in downtown Boston on Washington Street.
Lea:I told you! (To Cory) What did I say? What did I say to you?
she knows about his underwear? what up, forbidden trailer sex?