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Shopping with my sister (because my own fashion sense, or rather complete lack thereof, cannot be trusted):
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| Man, I hate looking for work clothes. | |
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| Ha-ha. YOU have to wear a noose all day while *I* will never have to. Ever! | |
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| Actually, now that I think about the lifetime of tedium and loneliness that awaits me, a noose doesn't sound like such a bad idea. | |
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| But if you kill yourself now, how will you afford having your body frozen and then shot into space on a journey to distant star systems? | |
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| Why'd you pick that picture for her? She was nice and helpful and even let you use her Gap discount to buy a shirt. What kind of brother are you? | |
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| Well, none of the images look at all like her, and although she's nineteen, she is still technically my little sister... | |
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