Life Partners Page #9

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I thought music was your dream.

Yeah, I know. My dream

was to be a musician,

not spend every day

having panic attacks...

and sitting behind a reception desk for

eight hours wanting to blow my brains out.

I just think I...

I've tried so hard

to hang on to this goal,

and I'm wasting my life.

I...

I don't know. I just want

to be happy, and I...

I think I need to find

a job I don't hate.

But can't you do that

after we get back from Alaska?

Come on.

Please?

No. Stop it.

I'm sorry. That... It's not your fault.

I just...

I can't do this.

Alaska?

I know. You just said that.

No, I mean,

Mia...

Call voice mail.

Sorry. I don't understand.

Call voice mail.

Sorry. I don't understand.

F*** it.

Hey, b*tch!

Just tell me. I hate surprises.

No. You'll just have to

find out tomorrow.

You can't not tell me what song

you're gonna sing at my wedding.

Okay, fine. I'll tell you.

You know that song that's like...

No. Nope. Not happening.

Okay. Fine, fine, fine.

Sorry. I'll tell you.

Did you know that the Hanson

brothers are still making music?

Sometimes I just want to...

- Please, just tell me, Sasha.

- Okay, fine. I'll tell you.

But first I have

a really serious question.

Hang on.

Do you think that Tim will

be jealous of my tux?

No.

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