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| Look. How about this. You come with me and have just one drink and if you don't feel like it, you can be on your way, but you look like you could use a shoulder to cry on. | |
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| Alright, but just one drink. Then I should be getting back. | |
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| ...and the stupid jerk won't even accept the fact he shot him... *sniff* | |
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| Honey, I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe he isn't the guy for you. | |
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