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| Ritchie! Where the fuck have you been? No one's seen you for five months! | |
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| I got a bit lost. Then this odd-smelling goth murdered Pierangelo. Then there was this little girl... truth be told, I don't want to talk about it. | |
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| Oh yeah. Jen rang. She say's you're dumped. | |
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| Life shatters...insecurity...distrust of others...deep emotional pain...suicide...homicide...pesticide...hideous terrible lonelyness...sexual frustration...empty bed...meals for one...masturbation... | |
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| Bit of a pisser, eh? ...and no, you still can't have one of my swiss rolls, furboy. | |
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| The world shall know my vengeance. | |
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