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| Admit it, Cheryl. You can't get enough of me. You want to spend the rest of your life with me. You need to be with me forever. | |
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| I don't know, Bernie. Forever is a long time. | |
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| I understand, but I love you so very much. | |
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| Speaking of forever, when the hell am I going to get that prescription for Ritalin that I ordered? It seems like it's taking a lifetime for that stupid pharmacy of mine to get it. | |
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| Baby, we can't go on like this. I need to know now, or never...wait a second, when did you order Ritalin? | |
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| I haven't ordered it yet. I figured the psychic lady outside the pharmacy woud tell them I needed some. She's good at finding out stuff like that. | |
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