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You sound like quite the patron of the arts.
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It's what I do. Hmm. How 'bout yourself?
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What about me?
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What's next?
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Oh, I suppose I should write something.
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Sit my ass in a chair. The chair beckons.
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Good for you.
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Right, 'cause it's just that easy.
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Have a little faith, Hank.
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*Warm like the evening sun*
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Hank moody, get up off your ass and come with me.
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I'm gonna play you the greatest song ever written