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Maybe someday you'll
write something for me, too.

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I am writing something for you.
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I'm writing this for you.
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What? You think
I check out each room?

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- The last time I got a room...
- Will you get off my back?

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When you play cards.
you go crazy.

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Why don't you guys zip up?
Clam up, will ya?

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You don't even let me
read what you're writing now.

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let alone your first poem.
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Imagine you giving me
your first poem?

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Now let's go into the bridge.
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If you let me read it...
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If you let me read some of that.
I'll let you write the lyrics to this.

:50:49
That's blackmail.
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Right.
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Oh. Jimmy.
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Aw, come on. Come on.
let me see what it is.

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- No. I don't want to.
- Aw, come on.

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- No, it's private.
- It's only a poem.

:51:36
Well, it's my poem.
and it's for me.

:51:39
You never let me
see what you're writing.

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Well. I'm embarrassed.
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You wrote all this about me?
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It's all about me?
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Well, most of it.
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It's all about me, though?
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It's not about anybody else?
It's all about me?

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That's right.

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