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| Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! | |
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| Wait, my love, I'm all right! | |
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| Yes! Now we can be married and live happily ever after! | |
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| ...so the drama queen stands over me, doesn't even think to check for a pulse, and pulls out his bottle of poison... | |
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| Dammit, does she have to tell this story at every dinner party? | |
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