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You infuriate me, woman, do you know that? You've never picked me, not once. Not ever. You know who you sound like with your "Harold Harold Harold?" You do. I'll never get my chance to shine as long as you carry on over Mr. Golden Boy.
He's not so impressive, you know. He's like cheap ink the way he bleeds.
He's not so impressive, you know. He's like cheap ink the way he bleeds.
