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Okay, we're getting off track.
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So let's try something else.
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Pretend I'm a 14-year-old Emma.
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Okay, you're cute, a little awkward.
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I'm ready.
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You come into my room and you find me hysterically crying
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because my boyfriend...
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Oliver just broke up with me.
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And you know, I'm under my bed sobbing
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and I'm eating double-stuffed cookies.
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I'm scribbling in my diary with my sparkly pen
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"I love Oliver" over and over again.