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| I can't stand it, Samantha. When I go on a date I end up doing anything I can to make myself look good. I can't stand the way I demean myself. | |
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| I know what you mean. When I go out with a man, he usually turns out to be a quivering spineless pool of flesh, like he has no soul of his own. | |
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| Gee... you use such vivid metaphors to describe your problems. | |
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