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| Vicky, Jack has been dead a few years now. Don't you think it is time you let him go and move on? | |
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| Jack, I've been thinking, I need more out of life than you can give me. Frankly, I need sex, and so I think I should see other men. | |
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| All I need is the frustrated sexual energy of a young girl, and I'll have all the poltergeist powers I need to rock your world. | |
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| Thanks for adopting me, Mrs. Ritter. It was so tragic how my parents both suddenly died of heartattacks, like they were scared to death of something. | |
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| Call me Mom, Gina. I think you'll be happy here with us. Just remember our most important simple rule: no boys. | |
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