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- Yeah. - Can I get a beer?
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You can put that on Mr. O'Connor.
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Poor thing.
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I mean, first her husband leaves her.
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Then she's reduced to buying herself a prostitute?
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I heard she spent a fortune renovating her downstairs bedroom,
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if you know what I mean.
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She should do her upstairs.
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I mean the boobs.
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It's a little middle school of you all, isn't it,
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I mean, to be gossiping about Emma like that?
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Well, duh, we're in middle school.