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What's that you emotion-sapping plastic? You want me to go out? But I have no money. But you will pay? But I am sick and hungover, and do not want to go out. But you where the best sex of my life? Ha di fucking ha ha. You're still amongst the best ever though? Um, no. Can you come round? No, I am sick and waiting for a call from my boyfriend because I am feeling pants. My mouth is full of bulgar wheat and vomit. Is it because I don't like you? Sortof, but mainly because IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNING YOU CREEPY DOLLOP OF SMEGMA!
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