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Just a few more...
Rouzbeh: LEAVE US ALONE. Sorry that since you aren't happy, no one else can be. Rob and I are in a great realtionship. You aren't going to break us up, go away.
Pete: You smell. That about sums it up.
To the old, senile guy at work: I'm not your bitch. You are perfectly capable of making your own copies and talking to photographers on projects YOU set up. Retire already.
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