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I'm sorry - but here i go again. talking shit about the ones that are supposed to be my friedns. and i'm spreading the rumors that i've heard. still nothing hurts me more than those cutting words. so...

I think your bookkeeper paid for the flatware twice. Albert, stop. I can't do this any more. Mollie, I love you and you love me. Albert, you're great in bed and you're my biggest account . . . . . ....