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| Listen, Gabe, I really need a job. Haven't you got any position for me? | |
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| Well, maybe I can figure something out. Here's the position I had in mind ... | |
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| Really? I can be your new uterus? | |
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| Yes, but you must promise: no twisting, tangling, miscarriages, or messing with my pancreas. | |
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