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| Well, you've completely foiled all my attempts to stop you from asking me out. I guess there's only one thing left to do... | |
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| No... break your legs. HIYA!! | |
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| Oh, it's you, Jon. Date night? | |
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| Maybe tonight for once we can skip the obvious questions and go straight to the morphine, okay? | |
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