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| Nothing gives me pleasure anymore. Nothing makes me happy. | |
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| You, you, you! Why don't you stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about the carpet. | |
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| I didn't mean I was going to do it right here and... | |
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| Now the kitchen on the other hand... that nice tile floor would clean right up. In fact, if you knifed yourself in the gut, you might even have enough time to mop up your own mess before you died. | |
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