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I remember, you wore the pink slip that drove me into the red. Things seemed insurmountable, but you were not inconsolable -- white lies helped. Later, like this, we were tickled pink. Although, elsewhere, thousands died.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Pink Slip
I remember, you wore the pink slip that drove me into the red. Things seemed insurmountable, but you were not inconsolable -- white lies helped. Later, like this, we were tickled pink. Although, elsewhere, thousands died.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
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