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| Slow down....you got a letter that began with "dear john"...your name is Phil...the key is not to get too high or too low at any time... | |
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| Oh, I'm fine...this is for the best...we didn't ever really have a true connection. | |
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| You've given up hope...you can't go on...you want to die...but tomorrow, you might feel better. | |
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| Sweet death, meet thy sheath, my breast! | |
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| You're quoting a line by Juliet...clearly you're gay, or at least very festive.... | |
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| Dude, you saved my life. I have two tickets to Streisand..are you free this Friday? | |
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