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My fault?
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Yeah, this is your fault.
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You got to be kidding me.
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Oh, wow, my wife and my best friend. Good heavens.
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I just... I took in a little tray of food 'cause I was worried about him.
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And he was all trembling and sweaty and soaked through his sheets,
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so I lay down beside him to try and keep him warm.
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And I don't know how he got my robe off!
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No, it's a mystery.
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Must have been some kind of voodoo magic or something.
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Wasn't that covered by your master's degree?
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Yeah, didn't you take that class?