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I'd Never Expected My First Time To Be In A Cabin In The Woods, But I Realized The Place Didn't Matter. The Person Did. With Someone You Loved, You Could Be Anywhere, And It Would Be Incredible. Being In The Most Luxurious Bed In The World Wouldn't Matter If You Were With Someone You Didn't Love.

Was Deirdre Right About Me Purposely Wanting Relationships That Were Impossible?

You Can't Fool Me, Comrade. You Want To Put On A Cowboy Hat And Keep Lawless Bank Robbers In Line.'' "no Time. I Have Enough Trouble Keeping You In Line.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?