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I'm not dead, Bree.
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I may like my bed and my food soft,
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- but I like my men-- - Okay. Okay. Just curious.
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I guess I was hoping...
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Hoping what?
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That one day I might outgrow all this.
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Ah, that's why you fired Keith.
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I just can't have him around. He's too distracting.
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And I refuse to make a fool of myself.
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And how would that happen?
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Well, let me run the numbers for you.
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My marriage ended six days ago,