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Dawn struggles through Day Four of her 37th attempt to quit smoking during the past year.
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| Oh, Dawn. ... You know you want to suck on me. ... heh heh | |
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| Go away, you flaming-assed Marlboro motherfucker. | |
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She starts off the day just fine, but then Queen Quaalude starts talking in her so-slow-it-feels-like-she's-going-in-reverse voice, telling her that they need to meet. Again. Over nothing. As usual.
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| Jeez, dude, you're everywhere I turn. Look, buddy, I've put my lips on a lot of butts lately, and while I'd enjoy yours the most, I need to ignore you. Besides, I might run into Quaalude outside! | |
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| Muahahaha. But you will want me for AFTER you meet with Queen Quaalude, won't you my dear? And look at her, she's 100 years old and cigarettes haven't killed her yet. | |
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Dawn's no quitter, so she lights up ... above a can of gas spilled in the executive parking area of the Veggie Patch. This could be the very best cigarette she's ever had!
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| ::puff:: When it comes to cigarettes, I'm no quitter. But when it comes to this job, THAT is a bad habit I am willing to give up for good!!! | |
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| Who lit me on fire? I'm late for my meeting with Daawwnnnnn......... | |
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