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| May I read to you from my book about Halah? | |
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| Please. I have insomnia. This might cure it for good. | |
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| "We despised each other. It was a running battle between us, me skipping appointments, her pointing out how inconsiderate I was." | |
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| Sounds like a romantic comedy. "You've Got Pyorrhea". | |
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| "She was a beautiful fair-skinned woman." | |
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| That's what I like about you. You're not racist. | |
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