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HEY, WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE, ALL OF YOU?

OH, YEAH? RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE, HUH?

WHAT A STUPID NAME, NATHAN.

IT WOULD BE A CRIME OF THE SOUL, A DEATH OF THE SPIRIT.

11 CONSECUTIVE DAYS WITHOUT STARTING A MAJOR FIRE.

OF ACCUSING ME OF BEING A LIAR.

AND I'LL TRY REAL HARD TO GIVE A DAMN.

RIGHT DOWN THE STAIRS AT THIS MOMENT.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, SON.

FOR FEWEST GLASSES BROKEN.

WE RAN INTO EACH OTHER DOWN AT UNEMPLOYMENT.

WITHOUT BREAKING SEVEN GLASSES.

LEAVES ME THERE.

[GLASS DOESN'T BREAK]

I KNEW THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TIME.

I THINK THAT IS ROTTEN, REALLY ROTTEN.

I'LL THINK ABOUT IT AS I DRIVE ALONG, OK?

THE RELATIONSHIP IS OVER, FINISHED, EMPTY.

IN FACT, I'M GETTING A LITTLE WOOZY RIGHT NOW.

RIGHT IN YOUR CLAVIN.

AIN'T MY JOB TO KEEP TABS

I WAS GREEN ONCE, TOO.

BUT IT COULDN'T BE THE SAME THING.

I STILL GOT A PERSONAL RECORD I'M VERY PROUD OF.

HAVE ALL NEW ENGLAND FOR ALL I CARE.

OF COURSE, HE WON'T DO IT THIS YEAR.

YET, OH, SO UNEQUIVOCAL ADVANCES.

ANYWAY, EVEN WHEN I WAS ON THAT SKI WEEKEND,

BUT, FOR THOSE OF US WHO NO LONGER

YOU'VE BEEN MOPING AROUND HERE ALL NIGHT

OH, SORRY. CLIFF CLAVIN, GEORGE FOLEY.

A SINEWY YOUTH WHO ALWAYS WANTS TO CARRY MY BAGS,