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Ugh! Such an idiot.
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You monster!
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This doesn't sound promising.
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You broke that poor woman's heart!
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Poor woman?
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She is a parasitic groupie who is trying to extort me.
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Oh, really? Well, that's not the story that Stacey tells.
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You know, perhaps if the blood that is supposed to feed your brain
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weren't constantly being redirected elsewhere,
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you would remember things more clearly.
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What are you talking about?
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She was there the night that you wrote that song, Will.