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		|  |  |  |  |  | "Dear sweetheart, I think we should break up. It's just not working out..." |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | I've never felt more shitty in my life. The hurt...the sorrow...I can't stand it. The pain must end now... |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | My only tools...a hammer and a nail...a quick tap to the brain should leave me a bloody vegetable. |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | Perhaps...it's time...for a change in...plans. |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | Waaaaasting away in Margaritaville... *sigh* |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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