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Later, at our hero's favorite pub...
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| She had thought I was a blonde surfer kinda guy, but when she found out that I wasn't even blonde, our convo went somethin' like that... | |
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| Yeah... heh, it's mine, too... | |
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| So I guess her bubble is like... uh... her mental image or somethin'... | |
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