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| I'm sitting here on this park bench, talking to a damn squirrel. Like it even understands a word I'm saying. | |
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| Hey, whatever fits your paradigm, bud. | |
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| Like a squirrel could even talk back. I'm hearing things. It's all in my imagination. That's right, imagination. | |
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| Doesn't change the fact I'm still here. Hey, are you gonna eat those pestachios? | |
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| Take 'em. I just lost my appetite. | |
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