E: It's not my fault you fell! You just started sliding off.
S: Not your fault?! You practically gift wrapped me with a pretty bow for Gravity. You even wrote a note. Dear Gravity, I've got another one for you. Play nice. Love E
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S: Dear God, I look like a whale in a wet suit!
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S: I have enough undergarments on that suck me in you should call me Hoover.
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