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| I've been through my Rolodex three times. There's nothing in there anymore. | |
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| People make me tear them out. They say things like "you're in love with me" or "cook me and my boyfriend dinner" or "come to this interesting job-opportunity seminar, $49.95 to start" | |
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| I think you need to switch schools. | |
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| Then my ex IMs me about her strep throat, her grandfather, and her new cat. | |
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| I think you have "Become Your Girlfriend's Girlfriendâ„¢" syndrome. | |
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