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At first, it looked kind of cute.

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Even as I strangled her, she never stopped smiling.

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“Sorry for the order mix-up, looks like the old-timers hazed the new hire again”.

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“Although we’ve only recently met, I want you to know that I respect what you do, and that I hope to pass on what you’ve taught me to others, maybe even to your family someday”.

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The best day of my life was the day my son was born.

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After all the crude “man-meat” jokes, I was surprised when she invited me back to her place.

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The snow was coming down hard, but the hot cocoa was brewing, radio blasting, heater blowing... this was like something out of a holiday postcard.

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“Don’t taser me bro!”

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“Finally” little Timmy said in a low corse voice, gripped by headache and severe carsickness after so many hours in the backseat, “it’s almost 10:30, that means we’re almost there!”

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“Thank you dad, for sacrificing everything so I could finally become a plastic surgeon”.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
At first, it looked kind of cute.	10
Even as I strangled her, she never stopped smiling.	9
“Sorry for the order mix-up, looks like the old-timers hazed the new hire again”.	9
“Although we’ve only recently met, I want you to know that I respect what you do, and that I hope to pass on what you’ve taught me to others, maybe even to your family someday”.	9
The best day of my life was the day my son was born.	8
After all the crude “man-meat” jokes, I was surprised when she invited me back to her place.	7
The snow was coming down hard, but the hot cocoa was brewing, radio blasting, heater blowing... this was like something out of a holiday postcard.	7
“Don’t taser me bro!”	7
“Finally” little Timmy said in a low corse voice, gripped by headache and severe carsickness after so many hours in the backseat, “it’s almost 10:30, that means we’re almost there!”	7
“Thank you dad, for sacrificing everything so I could finally become a plastic surgeon”.	7