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I don't know, call it stupidity. I couldn't stand poetry. I hated beatnik clubs. Coffee makes me violently ill. Bongos piss me off...
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| Hey, i'm trying to get some sleep 'ere!! | |
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| Alright ... Elena, I know you don't know me well.. But I would like to go out with you. ... | |
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