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| dude, i've got some bad news about your mom. we ran into each other at the mall and got to talking. then our hands accidentally touched. next thing you know we're checking into a hotel | |
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| christ! i don't want to hear this! | |
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| dude, relax. i'm doing that old trick where you tell someone the worst possible news so then the real news isn't as bad. the real news is that your mom was rushed to emergency and had a leg amputated | |
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| what?? how's that not worse?? what happened?? | |
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| right, so we check in as Mr. and Mrs. Smith... | |
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