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| Look, Boorite. Whatever I said last night, I was drunk and didn't mean any of it. | |
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| But... but you confessed your undying love for me! | |
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| Yes. And you asked me to move in with you, so I quit my job and sold all my worldly goods to buy a plane ticket to be here with you. | |
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| Well, apart from the buttplugs. For some reason nobody wanted to buy them. | |
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