If memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
I'm at a loss for words. Can I borrow yours?
Why, Georgia, why?
Thank you Justin, John, and John for echoing my thoughts when I can't formulate them into my own words.
There's really no way to reach me.
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eprops. Don't they reach?
Was I standing up too close, or back too far?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are.
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