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| "Dear sweetheart, I think we should break up. It's just not working out..." | |
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| I've never felt more shitty in my life. The hurt...the sorrow...I can't stand it. The pain must end now... | |
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| My only tools...a hammer and a nail...a quick tap to the brain should leave me a bloody vegetable. | |
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| Perhaps...it's time...for a change in...plans. | |
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| Waaaaasting away in Margaritaville... *sigh* | |
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