type of girl

A: Hey, do you know that girl? Sitting alone in the cafetaria.

B: Oh, that new girl, she has just transferred here, why?

A: I’m going to hit on her.

B: What! Are you serious? She’s not even your type.

A: Dude, girl is my type.

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