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Our hero soon understands the inherent difficulties of a romantic relationship with oneself.
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| You're completely unreceptive to reason. Arguing with you is like talking to a brick wall. | |
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| No, that's not quite right... | |
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Still, at least they understand each other.
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| It's like eating out the pussy on a vinyl love-doll. | |
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| Le mot juste. Will you bear my children? | |
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