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The count to infinity (Remember NOT to bypass the four-word limit!) v2.0

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For not posting the other day?
 
Doctor: I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. But for one moment... one shining moment... she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.
Sylvia: She still is. (insistently) She's my daughter!
Doctor: Well, perhaps you should tell her that once in a while.
[Sylvia looks shocked, but Donna walks in the room before an argument can develop]
Donna: (indignantly) Hey, I was asleep, in my clothes, lying on the bed, like a flippin' kid! Why did you let me do that?! (disinterestedly, to the Doctor) Hi, Donna, don't mind me.
So sad. :<
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The grass is always greener on the other side - 'cause this side is a nuclear power plant.
 
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Gymnotide actually fully edited his post as this was the original~
 
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You five asterisks. :<

GET YOUR OWN FREAKING NUMBER!
 
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Fire does not cure HEARTBROKEN PEOPLE.

So that's a lie!
 
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Oh gawd, so if you were heartbroken you'd go get it on with the fire?
 
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Or you can go to the other approach and put the people in the fire themselves.

I braced myself when I entered that place at snail's pace. Straightlaced and chaste, I based my distaste for toothpaste on its horrid aftertaste. I faced my toothbrush, embraced it, and finally laid waste to and erased those fearful thoughts I harbored. With fury, I began to lambaste those teeth which had graced me with the ability to chew. I rinsed posthaste and placed the device back in its stand. With it replaced, I retraced my steps and displaced the emptiness in my computer chair. I can tell you, barefaced, that I truly, truly distaste the taste of toothpaste.

I like rhyming.
 
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