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| Hey, Tobor! It's Dizzy... how's Hope treatin' ya tonight? | |
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| Really good. Tobor's pleased to say that she's been quite the little angel. Hope's asleep now. | |
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| That's my girl... so, did you two go out for pizza like you said you wanted to? | |
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| Tobor changed his mind and called out instead. Gave the delivery boy a big tip, too. | |
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| ... Tobor, sweetie? We're gonna run out of delivery boys willing to come to my house if you keep doing that. | |
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| Sorry, Dizz, but Tobor can't help it. Tobor likes a man in uniform. | |
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