January 2009
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blair: do you...like me?
chuck: define like.
blair: you have got to be kidding. I do not believe this!
chuck: how do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick like there's something in my stomach. fluttering.
blair: butterflies?
blair: oh nonononono... no no no this is not happening
chuck: no one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.
blair: chuck, you know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire but....these butterflies have got to be murdered
chuck: fine..it wasn't that great anyway
blair: thanks
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i don't do well in conversations
What I lack in speaking, I make up in art.
What I can’t say, I put into writing
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Oh, The Pain.
Friend: She's like a hay in a needlestack.
Me: Why? Cause she's hard to find?
Friend: No. A needle in a haystack is HARD TO FIND. She, on the other hand, is a hay in a needlestack, who is HARD TO GET CLOSE TO.
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