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Our hero ponders his sorry destiny yet again...
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| How come I can't relate to people? Is there no one out there willing to love me? | |
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| Charles, are you there? it's Chris, the fine 26-year old actor. You know, the one with the Master's degree. | |
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| Am I doomed to be a pariah for the rest of my days, cut off from the human family? | |
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| I've been calling for a few days, but all I get is your machine. I really want to see you, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out Saturday night. | |
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Sadly, the answer to his question is obvious to everyone but him.
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| What the hell is wrong with me? | |
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| Call me back when you get home, all right? *click* | |
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