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| So I'm going away on this stupid trip with my family to Montana for get this... two whole weeks! | |
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| Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I'll miss you though. | |
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| I'll miss you too. I wish I had something to remember you by... | |
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| Tell you what: Get me a pair of scissors and I'll give you a lock of my hair. | |
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| Not that again! Cripes, you've given me hair for Christmas, my birthday, Valentine's Day and even when I got that job with Locks of Love! | |
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| What the hell doesn't this restuarant have chairs?! | |
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