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| Sir, I think Susan's going insane. Just today, she took me down to the basement to tell me she had strawberry tampons. | |
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| Susan? Oh don't worry about her, she just came out of a strange relationship with a taxi driver... | |
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| ...and that's a reason to talk to me about strawberry tampons because? | |
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| They were actually incense sticks. She stole them from his apartment. | |
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| But why would you stick them... | |
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| The world works in mysterious ways, John. Susan is an example of that - that crazy bitch! | |
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