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| And then...*sob*...and then...*sniffle*...he told me that I don't have any fashion sense! *continues loud crying* | |
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| It's not that you don't have any fashion sense... | |
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| *stops crying* Then what the hell is it?! | |
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| You just don't take a gay man shopping with you. | |
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| But you're an interior decorator! | |
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| All gay men are born with a natural sense to be gods in everything that has anything to do with anything...accept it, Renée...accept it and move on... | |
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