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Hey, wait!
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I can’t do this, we’re through. I’ll be in the guest bedroom packing up my vats of massage oils and the Anti-Livvie Voodoo Doll collection, please don’t beg me to stay. Grrrrrr.
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Gee, I’ve kept a lot more massage oils here than I remembered, it will take much longer to get it all out of here. And I also discovered the framed copy of the first grammar-related citation I issued as a rookie, and a slew of road maps from San Diego to Minneapolis! What a treasure trove!
Ok, since it’s such a chore moving on, this is your final warning of losing me and your last chance to burn your entire supply of avocados and mayo in an effort to convince me not to leave . . .
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