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 | It's too cold in here. My feet hurt. Is Friday ever going to come? I don't get paid enough for this job. Is someone eating something with garlic, because I'm allergic to that. |  |
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 | If only your whines were fine wine and your moans were a sharp cheese and the shrill sound of your voice were a classical quartet, then my day would be bearable. |  |
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 | What's all that supposed to mean? |  |
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 | I thought it might make me feel better to tell you to shut up in a poetic way. |  |
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