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| I do not understand. Tell me more of this human thing called "love". | |
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| Love? Love is sitting alone every weekend, wondering why the phone never rings while listening to the couple upstairs having noisy sex. | |
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| Love is watching all the happy couples walking through town while knowing deep down all you have to go home to is a "Barely Legal" DVD and a bottle of hand lotion. | |
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| I'm going to go and ask someone else. | |
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