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Three hours after Drake's DT-X takes Drake's typo into a whole new deminsion, the Virtual Reality is turned off.
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| Now, now.. it wasn't that bad, was it? | |
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| That's not what I wanted, and you know it! | |
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| Besides, you could have at least kissed me or something. Let me know you care. | |
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| Oh, no. First it's a kiss, then next thing you know, it's Line Dancing to 2 am on a work night. No way your gonna trap me into that. | |
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| What.. I don't even like line dancing. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've line danced? | |
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| Seven days, six hours, and 42 minutes. I can read your mind, remember. | |
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