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After about 3 years, we broke up. On (mostly) good terms.
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| Now that we've divided up the CDs, ready to tackle the LPs? | |
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| Hmm. For two poor people, we sure did manage to acquire a bunch of communal possessions. | |
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I finally got a full time job, working for a start up dot.com:
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| So you want me to surf the net all day and index web sites? | |
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| Yes. Including pornography. You don't have a problem with that, do you? | |
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It was, despite the low pay, the best job ever:
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| I now know everything there is to know about robot fetishes, Kibo, and the "Ate my Balls" meme. | |
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| Yeah, but wait till you've been here a month! | |
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