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| Like I wuz sayin', ya otz to pay more attention. Yer just lucky I'm not some nutso. | |
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| Uhhh...yeah. Thank god for that. Hey look, I'm really sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? | |
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...and reacts a little too quickly...
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| Hmmm... I don't know, ya really hurt my feelin's. | |
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| Just name it, really, anything. | |
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...only to sink deeper into complication.
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