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| Eric, we need to talk. For the last few months, I've felt us drifting apart and becoming strangers. I can't live with a stranger, Eric. I can't love someone who doesn't know me. | |
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| I'd like to have this conversation now, but I can't. A car just went by blaring rap music. I could only hear a little but now I have the words, "Nice n' Greasey" in my head. | |
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| I'm serious, Eric. I need you to be serious. We started off with so much love, so much passion, but now it's like we might as well be brother and sister sleeping together. I feel... | |
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| Eric, please. Ok? Please. Listen to me. Nice n' greasey nice n' greasey nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, Eric. Nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, Eric. | |
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