TINA:: Dear Diary, how are you? I am fine.
TINA:: (sighs) okay, I'm not fine. You got me. God, you're good.
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LINDA:: do you like him?
GAYLE:: i think so. He checks all my boxes. Hes a man. Hes got a face. He can go outside.
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