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Frank had was sad. Nobody called Frank anymore. He believed it to be because of his horribly cut t-shirt and that shade of blue.
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Instead of buying a new t-shirt, Frank believed placing a nail in his frontal lobe may solve the situation.
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*Ring Ring* Sorry Wrong Number! *Ring Ring* Is this Dominos? Sorry! *Ring Ring* Oops! My mistake!
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