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| Eugene, just tell her she sounds like Pavarotti so she'll stop. |
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| This sucks. You were just starting to grow on me, Maura. |
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| Now Eugene is old. Well don't think you're retiring, old man. I won't have it. |
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| You fools are annoying enough when he's got places to be up the sharply angled road. |
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| All day, every day of this crap? No thanks. |
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| Oh stop. You'll still have plenty of canoodling time. Gah. |
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| Alright, Gretchen - it's just adulthood. No new to chew the scenery about it. |
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| Hey Doc, while you're in there, try convincing her to ditch the pink hair. It's getting on my nerves. |
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| That's it, shake her up good. |
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| Eh. The hair's better at least. |
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| Thankfully, she's wasting no time finding a man with whom to discuss hot bowls of blood. |
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| You'll be pregnant in no time, Gretchen. |
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| Once Harris figures out what the hell is going on. Use smaller words, Gretch. |
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| Hrm. Hard to tell how Geneva feels about him. Immortals can be so inscrutable. |
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| Oh cool, she loves him. |
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| Harris is just, you know ... |
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| ... so damned easy to get along with. |
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| So very hip, too. |
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| You two really need to find some hobbies other than irritating me. |
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| And I definitely need to get that bar off the back deck. |
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2 comments:
I think you're running the Sims: LSD Special Edition
Oh just WAIT.
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