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Q: What?
A: Been gone for a week.
Q: They were from Denver?
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Q: This bar was where?
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Q: You too?
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A: It would drive me crazy.
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Q: Bikini pants burning at eye level.
Q: Then what?
Q: A severe headache every day at approximately eleven-thirty.
Q: Then she gave you the story.
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