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Week in Phrases

"Hello"
              "Boo!"                                                   "Two's company. Three's a crowd." 
                                                                  "Isn't it Prozac?"
"What are you doing?"                                                 "Definitely awesome!"
                         "Fucking stress!!!! I hate UTEP HR!!
 "It's like a box you know? I can't be put in a box."                                                                                                                                            "Did you get some rest?"                                                            "I think maybe I just need to stop."
                               "Your presence is requested this Friday."
"Lol! I think you should do that anyhow!"                 "Totes see you in a few"
         "Werd!"                       "What are you doing?"                "I have some observations..."

                           "Ugh I don't feel good."                    "What do you have going on tomorrow?"
"Are you hungry?"                                          "He's about to blow up. I didn't even know what to say."
                              "Wait, like she's already here?"
                                                                                 "My experience will be called lesbian down."
                                              "Better?"
"Nice thought you were doing that annoying non answer thing."
                                                              "Yeah, his girlfriend is being a bitch and doesn't want to come get him.  See you in bit."
                                                                "I'm going to have to cancel today's festivities."
"If you're going to write him as a douche bag give us some reason to like him, I mean even if he is a douche bag."
                                                                           "Will you be back next week?"
                           "You know I just want to be friends. We can be friends right?"
"I give myself a time limit and by that time I have to be over it."
                                                                           "I kept looking at his hands as he typed."
                                     "You know I care about you right?"              
"There is a coupon for a jazz cafe on the east side."            "You have a beautiful eye."
                                                        "You really need to proofread."
"This is my favorite because it has a punch in the gut, you know?"                                      "Be safe."
                "I created this hot mess for myself."                            "Really?"
          
                                                                      "Can you bring me some soup and toast?"
                   "Man! Put those  away!"                                                     "I think I'm just projecting, you know?"
"I'm gonna take a shower."                                           "Don't throw this in my face later, ok?"
               "I wanted to look over and I couldn't."                     "So, who's your friend?"
"What did you guys think about this poem?"      
                                             "Just ask for Chaps."                      
                                                            because i have a good vibe about today, think i'm gonna love today...

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