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| Look, I'm sorry, I just really don't want to get into a relationship with you. You're not my type at all. | |
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| Ohhhh, right, so your type is either a marine who could care less about you, yet you still pine after him constantly... | |
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| Or a complete fuckhead stoner who drives a beaten up pickup truck, dumps you, and now you're trying to beg him back again, yet he just wants to fuck you? | |
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| You win this round, L. You win this round. | |
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