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Before his move halfway across the country...
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| Sorry Carl, I accidentally let Starvin' Marvin escape. | |
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| You *let* my cat escape? Just for that you can drive the moving van down to Wellington on your own. I'll take my car. | |
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One week later, in Wellington...
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| What's the matter? Are you *still* mad at me? | |
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| I've decided that it's not going to work out. I'm still pissed at you for losing my cat, so I'm breaking up with you. | |
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| Oh, get over it. You got off lightly - I can live with the cat thing, but just count yourself *extremely* lucky that you didn't mess up my hair. | |
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