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| The fates have sent on a quest. A quest to find my mentor and redeem my soul and cure my poor, broken, run down heart. | |
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| And...WOW! It's Billy Squire! | |
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| Hello, young rocker. I see you've got a broken heart. But don't think of it like you've got a broken heart. Think of it like you've now got TWO hearts. Or better yet, lots of little hearts. | |
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| Wow...I never thought of it like that. Thanks, Billy Squier! | |
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| By the way, can you spot me cabfare? I traded my car for this groovy new guitar. | |
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