Goldfish Memory
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Look, fuck it.
Why don't you stay here the night?

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- No, I can't, I...
- Look, I've the day off.

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There's a nice cozy
warm bed down there...

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and a three day old Indian
in the fridge.

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- Alright. Well, in that case...
- Yeah, come on.

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Okay.
Just for tonight alright?

:44:25
Well, fuck it.
It's only one night.

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"And further on a group
of Grecian girls...

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the first and tallest
her white kerchief waving...

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were strung together
like a row of pearls...

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linked hand in hand and dancing, each
too having down her white neck...

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long floating auburn curls, the least
of which would set ten poets raving...

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their leader sang and bounded to her
song, with choral step and voice...

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the virgin throng."
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All these romantics go on about
is love, love, love.

:44:53
Well, you know what? They were
lucky, they all died young.

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In poetically tragic circumstances,
of course. They had it easy...

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they didn't have to suffer through
the shit like the rest of us!

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Life is great when
you're dead by thirty.

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What would you all know?
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So you've been working here
for four years?

:45:16
Five now, actually. Almost.
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- Look at the pink flower, Mammy.
- Look, isn't she gorgeous?

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Oh yeah!
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Do you ever want to have kids?
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Well... yeah, I do...
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one day.
How about you?

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I would. Yeah.
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Is that its real name?
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It is. Yeah.

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