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- It is? - It's our 7-month anniversary.
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You screwed the pooch, Trav-y.
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Seven months is a big one.
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Is it, dad?
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I don't know. I'm just talking.
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Hey, is there any more of that fancy salami left?
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I just ate the last piece.
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Oh, man. I wish I could be your mouth.
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Dad.
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Look, your house is great,
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but do you ever think we could sleep over here?
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No. When I'm in your bedroom,