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You're probably still a little drunk,
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- and you don't realize it. - Oh, what, I'm gonna go home
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and all of a sudden just have some nasty hangover?
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Oh, God.
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Why?
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Uh, sorry to intrude, but I wanted to return this.
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Oh, my... ohh.
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Help me.
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Nah. Gotta go.
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Ah. Bessie.
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Are you okay?
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My head hurts, I kissed Barb,