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| Sanna, sometimes I don't understand why you like me. | |
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| You're kind of amusing, in a sad sort of way. And you don't smell like feet. Er, not all the time... and, um... er... | |
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| You're not very good at this. | |
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| In my defense, let the record show that I never actually said I like you. | |
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