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My god.
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Now we both feel betrayed.
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Painful, isn't it?
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- You know what this is? - Uh, a closet?
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No. It's a graveyard--
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a graveyard filled with all the stuff we bought
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because you told us you wanted to do something
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and then quit.
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Remember this?
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Remember how you begged us to buy you a guitar?
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The strings hurt my fingers.
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What about this?