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One fine day at the office....
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| The deed to my pied-a-terre, my home away from home in the city. | |
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| Wahhhh! You must be rich! Let me see that picture you have of it! | |
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| Sure! It has that je ne sais quoi, that unexplainable quality to it, no? | |
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| Au contraire, I beg to differ! It's made of bacon! You murderer! | |
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| Don't say I didn't warn you...*because I didn't*....... | |
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