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| hey kurt. i just got a letter from mrs. merriam. i was cut from the choir. | |
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| there, there robin. i'm sure you'll make the reserve choir? | |
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| argh. nobody likes me. maybe i should just stab myself with this letter opener and end it all! | |
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| please do it, please do it, please do it, please please please! | |
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| bloody 'ell. i don't know where i put my bowler. i couldn't possibly die without my bowler. | |
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