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Remodeling The room looks good to me. You don’t like it? What don’t you like. The color? Oh, in general. I see. Okay. So, Debbie said , “Do it this way”. By all means, do as she says. I want you to be happy. What do I know, after all? Suppress me, It’s what you do best. It makes me happy, It makes me you. |
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