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| Oh Maura, what can I do... why do I have such terrible luck with guys? All my dates lately have been with complete psychos... | |
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| ... and my one male friend had to sign a document yesterday declaring himself the property of Zelda, the green-haired stripper! | |
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| Makes you wonder why there aren't mail-order husbands, too. | |
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| A guy who you spend all your money on and he winds up leaving you anyway? Been there, done that, honey. | |
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