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You've come to Nottingham once too often.
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After today, there'll be no need for me to come again.
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You've been holding out on me,
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Sir Robin. I hear you like a boy.
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I knew she'd tell.
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So who is he?
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His name is Owen. He's in my poetry class.
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Very shy and very sweet.
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- Keep your guard up. - Then don't distract me.
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- Does he know how you feel about him? - No!