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| So I suppose you're going to tell me how much I suck. | |
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| Actually, that's your job. I'm supposed to be your cryptic psychiatric therapist. | |
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| Okay, I'm living a life of mediocrity in a boarding school where everybody hates me and I suck. What should I do? | |
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| Grow your hair out, listen to screeching noise and bite the heads off of bats. | |
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| Correction. YOU suck. It's your hallucination, remember? | |
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