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Text MISS YOU if you're counting down the minutes until you can hold me in your arms.
Now the new books tell me that I am no longer in print and all the Borders are gone.
I learned that another billionaire you all despise was going to gather you for a similar dinner next week—and I one upped him!
It will be a chance to network over a sweet treat with other gladiators who, in a few days, will try to clobber the life out of you.
To medal in the Turkey Trot, you have to defeat seasoned fitness freaks and erratic savages who only run once a year.
We couldn’t have possibly known the janitor would return as a scarred ghoul hellbent on murdering teens. And besides, they’re YOUR dreams!
If you think Thanksgiving is a time when we could all come together, you haven’t met my family after I poke and prod.
And I couldn't help but notice the massive collage of wanted photos in front of your fine establishment. I'm here to hunt these bastards down.
It is imperative we observe the appropriate time to ring in the season, as that “ring” is the alarm which awakens Santa from his 11-month slumber.
Many respond just as you have, with eyes glazed over with astonishment and mouths agape, almost asking to be fed more knowledge.
As your mayor I promise to deal with the blights of this city: dozens of unfilled potholes, a lack of affordable housing, and obviously, Greg.
Listen, I can certainly understand your surprise about all this.