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What, are you selling those? Yes! I'm selling some clothes. So, we each have 3. That's 6. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer. The girl had done her homework. Thank you. No. No, I... I want bowel cancer. That's your favorite, too? Try to slip it by me, eh? Look, we're gonna split it, OK? Take the first and third Sunday of the month.
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Look, this is a bad time. I've been going to Debtors Anonymous. You wanna see some really fucked up people? I'm just on my way out. Me, too. I've got a stomach-full of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. Just picture watching Marla Singer throw herself around her crummy apartment. But this isn't a for-real suicide thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. This could go on for hours. So you're staying in tonight, then? Do you wanna wait and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone?
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How'd you find me? You left that forwarding number. I haven't seen you in any support groups. We split them up. That was the idea, remember? Yeah, but you haven't been going to yours. How do you know? I cheated. I found a new one. Really? It's for men only. Like the testicle thing? Waaah!
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Uhh! How could Tyler not go for that? The night before last, he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella. Marla doesn't need a lover. She needs a fucking case worker. She needs a wash. And she's in love with sport fuckin'. She invaded my support groups. Now she'd invaded my home. Hey, hey. Sit down.
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