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*There is no Santa. Your school called. Your nose is big. The police are here. You failed your driver's test. You weren't home. You left the door open. You're pregnant. This won't hurt. You're mother's gone. I'm leaving you. Abstinence is best. We have to re-schedule your appointment. Loser Whatever! You're grounded. I have none. Press one for English. We have to interrupt regular programming for an important... She's too young for you. Good-bye. They also got the bomb. There's a call for you. (it's 2 a.m.) You'll move on. We're out of that... just now. It's on back order. Please hold the line while I switch you to... There's a priest at the door. The doctor called. It's the thermocoupler or the bearings or the bushing or... This is not a test of the Early Warning System. You've a letter from the CRA. The trees are turning colour. It's over. There is no God.*
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Don't Tell Me That
*There is no Santa. Your school called. Your nose is big. The police are here. You failed your driver's test. You weren't home. You left the door open. You're pregnant. This won't hurt. You're mother's gone. I'm leaving you. Abstinence is best. We have to re-schedule your appointment. Loser Whatever! You're grounded. I have none. Press one for English. We have to interrupt regular programming for an important... She's too young for you. Good-bye. They also got the bomb. There's a call for you. (it's 2 a.m.) You'll move on. We're out of that... just now. It's on back order. Please hold the line while I switch you to... There's a priest at the door. The doctor called. It's the thermocoupler or the bearings or the bushing or... This is not a test of the Early Warning System. You've a letter from the CRA. The trees are turning colour. It's over. There is no God.*
francie-lynch
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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