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Me- I am sorry baby, I think you are Hungry.
Artists get better with age, e.g., painting. Yet when it comes to pop music, the famous work tends to be written when musicians are in their twenties. So, why aren't Bob Dylan or the Stones banging out amazing tunes now?
Baby, Why you love me So much?
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Me- Ok done.
Does Taylor Swift actually play the guitar, or is it a prop?
After Receiving Food,
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Why can't my adopted sister accept she is not part of my family because she isn't related? Why can't she stop calling my parents mum and dad?
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Regards
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If Trump were to lose in 2024, would that be the end of his grip on the Republican Party?
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Mario Kart World wouldn’t be in the running for Game of the Year even if it was perfect - polygon.com
She- I am not in a good mood today and it's all your fault.
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A Wannabe Engineer
What is the reason for the high number of stray dogs in Thailand? What measures are being taken to address this issue?
She- one Indi Tandoor Pizza, Stuffed Garlic Bread and Coke.
I Hate You So Much.
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What questions will be asked by the executive director of JP Morgan for 6 years of experience in Java? The technical rounds are already cleared.
She- you are the Best…
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I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?
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