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Ghost World.

The bigger the refrigerator, the lonelier the soul.


I've since replaced Glenn in Janice Moss's Commuter Club -- she picks me up and drops me off at White Water (Exit 113 off I-75).

Based on the book I was reading last Friday, the van's women erupted into conversation about how strange it was that the cute Jim Halpert was going to be making such a weird movie -- a movie they continue to refer to as "Short Stories about Disgusting Men."

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