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Thursday Afternoon, Crash City...
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| Oh, man... I know where this is going. Better to speed the process. | |
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| I'm sorry. I just can't be with you anymore. | |
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| Man! I know how you feel! Sucks, right? .... Just remember that it's not her... it's YOU. | |
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| Without a doubt. Riight, I gotta catch this broad for lunch Downtown... or I'd stick around. Peace! | |
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| ...just can't be with you anymore. | |
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