Unscripted: My Own Story

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morning, Jake.

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. "The apartmen

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, Emily, I don't have time for

ay, Jake. I'm exhausted. I

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waiting up. Or at least notice I w

, are we going to do this now? I told you, I'm o

* future, Jake? Does

lways have to make everything so dramatic? I'm

ne that pays our rent, that

here we go. Throwing the

it in your face. I

back of his chair. "I can't d

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the door, y

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the air in front of me, like comment

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by these unseen "viewers," would crush me. I'd run after him

it a hund

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