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No, I don't need you at all.
And people say the world has become cold and impersonal.
Ah, this is going to be excruciatingly painful.
It was like I was run over.
Before I let you go, I'll see us both rot and burn in hell, and then rot some more, until we're both the mulch that makes up the fertilizer in the devil's garden.
I love you, Trisha!
One ass.
Well, from this moment on, Trisha, I shall torment you no longer.
Only losers don't finish what they start.
But anyway, it's not your fault.
I understand now.
No, Chris, that's a man.
Chris!
Don't you see, Trisha?
Sally Friedman, gorgeous, platinum blonde, had a backside that went on forever.
I never was the least bit interested in you, but you sure know the proper way to show a gal you love her.
But sue me.
Oh, Gus.
No.