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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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