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| I'll bet it sucks to be in telemarketing. | |
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| Yeah, but it pays the bills. What do you do? | |
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| Um, sit around with my pink cow friend, mostly. It doesn't really pay the bills, but it's better than calling total strangers who hate you. | |
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| But how do you have that huge house, and, well, what's paying for this dinner? | |
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| Let's just say I've severed all ties with a certain crotchety old bitch called "reality." | |
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| That would explain why I'm on this date. | |
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