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| Hey man... you look....sorta.... stuck. | |
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| My girlfriend left me. So out of my depression I've confined myself to the inner limits of this trash bin. | |
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| It's a metaphor for the waste of feelings I had. And the once-empty trash can now filled serves as a symbol for my soul: once hollow, now soothed as I lie in this trash bin, evaluating my life. | |
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| That's cool. Actually, I was talking to the bug that is stuck under your trash can. | |
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| That's cool. I never really had a girlfriend. I just like the smell of garbage. | |
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