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I
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leave
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my
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house
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at
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three
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o'clock,
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with
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200
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texts
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and
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two
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missed
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calls.
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guess
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all
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of
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the
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friends
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that
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I
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pissed
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off,
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all
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talked
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And
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I
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took
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a
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job
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for
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just
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July,
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but
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feels
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like
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I
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might
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be
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here
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Answer
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for
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life.
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Yeah,
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I'm
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in
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it
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now,
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I'm
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in
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it
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now
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Could
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I
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start
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again,
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somehow
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Yes
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I'm
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a
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mess
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with
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an
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S
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on
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my
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chest,
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got
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stress
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filling
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up
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my
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head,
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so
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i
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spent
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last
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night
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blowing
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up
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my
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Answer
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life
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now
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you
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won't
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see
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me
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again
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Cheers
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to
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the
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front
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and
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cheers
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to
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the
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back
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and
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cheers
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to
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the
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2010s,
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I
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could
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hate
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my
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guts
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when
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the
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sun
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comes
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up
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but
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I
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like
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myself
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like
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this
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I
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like
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myself
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Answer
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like
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this
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Why
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should
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I
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fix
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the
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shit
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I've
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done,
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when
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I
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can
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just
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pack
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my
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shit
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and
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run?
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Delete
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every
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number
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from
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my
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phone
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So
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long
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Yeah,
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I'll
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get
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new
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shirts
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'cause
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mine
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all
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stink,
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and
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I'll
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tell
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my
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Answer
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boss
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what
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I
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really
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think
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Yeah,
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I'm
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in
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it
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now,
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I'm
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in
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it
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now
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Could
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I
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start
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again,
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somehow
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Yes
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I'm
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a
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mess
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with
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an
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S
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on
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my
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chest,
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got
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stress
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filling
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up
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my
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head,
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so
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I
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spent
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last
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night
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Answer
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blowing
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up
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my
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life
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now
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you
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won't
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see
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me
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again
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Cheers
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to
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the
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front
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and
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cheers
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to
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the
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back
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and
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cheers
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to
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the
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2010s
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I
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could
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hate
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my
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guts
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when
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the
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sun
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comes
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up
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but
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I
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like
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myself
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like
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this,
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Answer
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I
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like
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myself
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like
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this
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Yes
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I'm
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a
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mess,
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with
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an
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S
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on
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my
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chest
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So
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I
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spent
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last
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night
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blowing
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up
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my
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life
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now
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you
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won't
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see
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me
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again
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Yes
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I'm
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a
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mess,
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with
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an
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S
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on
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my
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Answer
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chest
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I
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could
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hate
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my
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guts
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when
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the
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|
sun
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comes
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up
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but
|
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I
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guess
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that's
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what
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this
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is,
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I
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like
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|
myself
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like
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this
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I
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could
|
|
hate
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|
my
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|
guts
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when
|
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the
|
|
sun
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|
comes
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|
up
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but
|
|
I
|
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like
|
|
myself
|
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like
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this
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