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But This Road Doesn't Go Anywhere,” I Told Him. “that Doesn't Matter.” “what Does?” I Asked, After A Little While. “just That We're On It, Dude,” He Said.

What Keeps Me Interested--and It Always Does--is How Can She Be A Bad Actress On Film But A Good One In Reality?

What Else Is There To Do In College Except Drink Beer Or Slit One's Wrists?

I've Been Accused Of Being Very Vain About My Apathy.

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