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| Janey, I'm going to ask you to marry me. | |
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| Sure, John, I would love to marry you and become Mrs. Manhattan. | |
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| We'll stay together until the mid-70's, when I will leave you for Sally Jupiter's little girl Laurie, because you'll be getting old but I won't. | |
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| Then you'll hate and resent me for the rest of your life, which will be cut short by cancer. I know you will say yes. Will you marry me, Janey? | |
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