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not once, but twice.
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I mean, what are the odds of that?
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Hot chocolate. Pretty serious.
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I'm guessing cramps?
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- Or Angela? - Oh, please.
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Twiggy couldn't drive me to unnecessary calorie consumption.
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Then why are we meeting here, and not the squad room?
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'Cause I don't need Jake
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thinking I can't stay away from the case.
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- Which you can't. - But I don't need him knowing that.
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And I don't need Angela thinking I care about her.
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When I don't. At all. But obviously she thinks I do.