"So Margaret... marry me. Cause I'd like to date you."
"Trust me, you don't really want to be with me."
"I do."
"See, the thing is... there's a reason why I've been alone all this time. I'm comfortable that way."
I see Margaret when I look into my mirror.
I want my very own Andrew Paxton.
I'm lonely...
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