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I think I’m in love. [Note to self: Call the bank and have my will rewritten.]
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Yes, of course, Dear.
J-a-n-e S, o-f M-i-n-n-e-s-o-t-a
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But, Jane, what’s wrong? Wait!
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Love affair or no love affair, Mama Randolph didn’t raise a fool. I know a red flag when I see one, so I’m going to politely decline. I’ll go grab a convenience store hot dog instead.
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Sure, but it means that I don’t have to take a chance on the suspect sandwich you made. (I thought you loved me.) Grrrrrrr.
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Randy! You’re in luck! I just opened several new Livvie’s Express Marts in the San Diego area! We have every kind of hot dog you can imagine!
We also have the cheapest gasoline in the area! What? There’s a car stalled in the exit of one of my Livvie’s Express Marts? You weren’t supposed to dilute the gasoline that much!
Okay, you didn’t hear that. Stop by today and get some of my delicious gas station food!
Yum!
Sure, I’ll bet you’d just love to see good ol’ Randall out back in the alley behind one of your greasy spoon joints bent over the trash cans heaving his guts out and bleeding internally. Nice try, Queen of Crime, but you have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull a fast one on me. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
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Nope, not at all.
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Let me guess: she’s not only Australian, she’s probably also related to Slart! Danged Aussies. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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