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Norah Fucking Jones. Wha-wha-wha...I don't know what song. It's wafting into my office from Ms. I'm-going-to-school-for-computers-but-I-don't-know-how-to-turn-one-on's CD player.
Just a bunch of piano and whining.
I prefer the sound the refrigerator is making in the kitchen.
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"Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great either. Like Tottenham."
I'll try being nicer...if you'll try being smarter.
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