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What a *** place. Perfect, for you.
With your overreactions. That poor guy wasn't doing anything bad.
He wasn't really palpating me.
They are your friends, not mine. Your friends would just like to *** me. Even all together.
Why do we need to go out with your friends if you get mad because one of them is touching me?
My friends, at least, don't harass me.
***.
And yesterday evening, my god! Standing alone in a corner, all the time!
We were joking, laughing, socializing. You, nothing.
You were just drinking your five Rusty Nails.
What should my friends think about you? That you're an alcoholic. A sociopath. That you hate them.
Uh? Say something. What should they think about you?
*** jerk, I'm talking to you!
If you don't want to speak, turn the radio on.
Jesus, Rusty, not that fast!
Do you know that Chris and Betty are going to be married? He has a real job, a nice house...
Not like that hovel you rented.
I understand that my parents don't like you. They love Christian, indeed.
Maybe I had to choose him.
Protocol 47 activated. Incubating subject 23.
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