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Dorinda He’s too beautiful. He’s too much twisted steel and sex appeal. I can’t be with a guy that looks like I won him in a raffle.
Pete Boy, what a jerk I turned out to be. Dead! And now I’m sitting in the woods, getting my hair cut.
Pete The love we hold back is the only pain that follows us here.
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