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Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.
"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.
Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.
Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"
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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden
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