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| So, my cohort. Though I hesitate to invade upon your privacy, I feel obligated to inquire. You seem a bit despondent. What ails you? | |
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| Ah, only the ailment of loneliness. My recent loss still burns - not a flame, but an ember unwilling to expire. | |
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| Ahh, yes. As you are prone to do, you still dwell on the ones that got away. | |
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| "The ones that were forcibly taken into custody by policemen", more accurately - but yes. Oh, we shared something in our brief time together, Ayl; we truly did. | |
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| You finally found a red-haired six foot three tall African-Asian woman with a five foot four quiet friend from Wyoming? | |
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