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| Your bus is going to come and you're going to leave me, Stephen. Were we really so bad for each other? | |
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| I'm getting on a bus naked, Michael. Naked with my last pair of hole-filled underwear tied to a stick. Yeah, I'd say we really were so bad for each other. | |
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