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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: So. TIFU about fifteen minutes ago, when I was doing my 2000 word essay for school. I'm just sitting there, procrastinating away, about 400 words in. I have a glass of water in my hand, and I just think to myself, 'If I was to just. give this glass of water. the slightest tip. I would have the perfect excuse for not doing this essay' (Keep in mind that this is very late at night and I'm incredibly sleep deprived). I have one hand supporting my face, and in one hand the glass of water. I start playing with the glass of water, tilting it so that it's almost tipping all the water out, then straightening it, then tipping it again (I'm so freakin bored). Guess what happens next? I accidentally tip half the fucking glass all over my keyboard. I PANIC SO FUCKING MUCH. I stand up frantically and hit my knee under the table (pretty hard), and I fall back onto my chair. I'm having a panic attack now. I grab the laptop, tip all the water out of it, shake it and wipe the keyboard on my bed. It's fucked. It's DEFINTELY fucked. I'm DEFINTELY FUCKED. But didn't I want this? I still have to do the damn assignment, but now I'll have an excuse for an extension. I don't think that a week's extension was worth a thousand dollars and all my work that I've done all semester. Then I realise. whew. that's all right. my semester's work is fine. it's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox. It's all on Dropbox? IT'S ALL ON DROPBOX! ALL MY FUCKING WORK IS ON DROPBOX! \n\n-_- kill me right now"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Background info: I am a 21F, SO is 20M. We have been together ~6 months.\n\nThis month I have been taking classes. I'm usually at the university for about 4 hours, so I typically let my SO drop me off and pick me up, that way he has access to my car (he doesn't have a vehicle at the moment). He typically goes to the beach with friends and surfs, and occasionally he'll have a few beers. After picking me up one day after a few drinks, I requested that he no longer drink more than one beer if he is going to be driving my car. He wasn't driving too crazy, but he knicked a curb, and seemed to not have the best judgement (pulled out right in front of someone, lots of honking ensued). Anyways, it's not only concern for my car that I made this rule, but also the fact that he is underage, and I'd rather he wasn't using my car when engaging in such activities. Lately, he has been making excuses and continues to drink while I'm in class. He's not drunk when he picks me up, but he's definitely \"tipsy\". He will clean my car and then make the argument that he obviously respects my car- he cleaned it out for me. Any advice?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 3 years and I have always had a good and happy relationship. However, I've been extremely moody and shutting him out a lot recently. I didn't realize it until he confronted me about it tonight. I've been passive-aggressive, always being negative towards him, and just being a negative person to talk to in general. And I also am constantly getting angry with things that happened between us in the past.\n\nI hate that I make him feel this way and I hate that I am this way. I want to be better at communicating my negative emotions towards him and I really want to fix this. Neither of us are sure how this could be solved? How can I stop getting mad over the smallest things and stop taking my anger out on him? Or stop being such a negative person in general? \n\nAlso, we are in a long distance relationship."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My little sister (who acts much younger than her age) keeps pestering me to play a game with her. Almost none of the things she likes to do, I like. Personality wise, we are opposites. I love to be alone and socialize on my own terms (like a cat). I know this isn't a realistic expectation of people in the outside world, but I think it's logical to have a reasonable expectation of your boundaries being respected at home. My sister loves to be around people and she dislikes being alone. With her *constant* need for socialization, she ALWAYS bothers me to play with her. My reaction is just to tell her to leave me alone, and I repeat myself it until she does (but she'll come back in half an hour to ask again). I honestly hate hanging out with her and I see her as an annoyance in my life. Because of our differences, I see that our relationship is crumbling, and I want to fix that. How can I do that?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My girlfriend has had a pen pal of sorts and now he's visiting from another country for a week. She lives on one side of town and I live on the other side, driving distance. In the past, he liked her but as far as I know, he still does. I don't know this guy, but that is what she told me. My girlfriend and I got together while he still liked her (We have been going out for a few months at this point). The other day, she asked me if it was okay with me if she go to this really nice cove with him because she wanted to \"show a foreigner around.\" This place is less than 5 miles from where I live and she doesn't often come to my side of town. One of our mutual friends was going to go as well. However, she said I couldn't go because he didn't feel comfortable with me being there. I asked my friends, including said mutual friend that is going what they thought and they aren't very fond of the idea. What do you say in this situation?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My fiancé and I have been together for just over a year. We have one child together, currently live together, and plan to get married in Fall of 2016. He is divorced (2+ years, due to HER emotional and physical distance as far as I'm aware, though I haven't really pushed for the whole story.)\n\nI am currently a stay at home mom, and he works nearly full time and goes to school full time. My life revolves around or son's wellbeing and his. I try to the best of my abilities to be in touch with his feelings and emotions or concerns when he expresses them, but I feel like he doesn't do the same for me.\n\nWhen I told him that I was having issues with my best friend, and he said \"That blows. So what's for dinner?\" \nI told him that I don't thinks it's appropriate for them to text eachother, and he said \"Eh. Anyways if you get a chance can you make me some Spanish flashcards?\" \nThis is a huge one. Last night I told him that I was having issues with feelings of guilt when I eat, and that I was worried that I might relapse into the eating disorder that I dealt with in high school. He said \"Oh. Huh.\" And then went back to dicking around on his phone. In order to have a conversation about it, I ended up waiting like half an hour until he was off his phone, and then I said \"I seriously need your help with my eating habits.\" And that got the conversation going, but he didn't really seem like he even took it seriously."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: This is a pretty unnecessary post, but I like finding solidarity in your guys' struggles too, so let's have a moment together.\n\nWe are 33 (!) days out and I'm happily getting RSVPs, and people are actually being pretty good about it. So far, no one's left off their name and only a few people haven't told me if they're bringing a guest or not, but that's okay because I can just assume that they are.\n\nExcept.\n\nBack in December I met some more of FH's family-specifically his aunt. He warned me that she hated him and he doesn't know why and that overall no one really likes her. Needless to say, she wasn't much of a pleasant person. She'd ask me about the wedding but then be completely disinterested in my answers. I don't mind if you're not interested, I don't care to not talk about the planning I'm doing, really. It felt like it would have been less rude to just not ask. Anyway, it was clear to me that she was the kind of person who would bring all three kids and her kids boyfriends to the wedding and I am not about having that. So I specifically worded the RSVP cards to say \"a total of two seats have been saved in your honor.\" For. Her. Literally for this woman. Because I knew.\n\nGuess who is bringing more than 2 people? SHE IS. I'm so angry about it, I picked that wording FOR YOU, LADYMA'AM. It's just another instance of how inconsiderate she is (from my one meeting with her, I've already racked up quite the list). And since I've only met her once before, I don't really feel right rocking the boat and telling her no, so I feel like I have to just let it slide, but also that kind of screws up everything. Neither FH nor I even like her, no one likes her, why did I even have to invite her.\n\nI think I'm going to enlist the help of MoH to tell her what's up."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Overall, it's been a great relationship. We get along well most of the time. Neither of us is jealous or controlling and we maintain a sense of independence. Given our ages, we've both matured and grown a lot during our relationship, although she's always been the one who has wanted to push things forward. Partially to appease her, but also because I thought it'd be a fun experience, we moved in together about 5 months ago. Living together has been fine, no surprises or anything, but I did make a bit more of a sacrifice in the move as I'm further from work and from my friends than she is.\n\nI love her. I enjoy being with her and I miss her when she's not around. She's a great person, but I'm not overwhelmed with love for her like she seems to be for me and I'm not really interested in marrying her and I have no interest in kids for quite some time, if ever. That might change, but I don't want her waiting around for that to happen, which she is essentially doing. There's nothing really wrong with this relationship, but I'm wondering if things need to end because of the differences in what we want. I'm hesitant to do it because I fear living in regret if I never find anyone as good as her, but if I think selflessly, I think she'd be happier with someone willing to give her those things.\n\nAnother slight concern is that she's essentially tied to our home state because of her career, whereas I have some interest in living outside of it. Still, at the end of the day, we've built something good. We live together, we make each other laugh, we have similar interests and share some friends, so breaking up would be pretty stressful."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: I'll start by saying this is/was completely unexpected for me.\n\nShe said she was going to a meal and wanted to know what to wear, I said wear what you think is good and I'll let you know what I think.\n\nShe sent my a snapchat her of her wearing some jeans and a vest that was see through from the light (When the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent (?) sort of deal) with the words 'With a vest underneath'. I was a bit taken aback as I basically just saw her body (had a bra and panties on luckily) out of the blue, hence why I am here.\n\nThe next outfit she sent me I liked more so I told her to go with it. She went out.\n\nQuestions:\n\nWas it an accident? Or on purpose as she doesn't care about me seeing? I have a gf of a year so I woudlnt do anything. Am I now a 'gay best friend'? And most importantly do I just leave it or confront her?\n\nIm tempted to just leave it and carry on, it's not the first woman I've seen less clad and she's only a friend so im certain nothing is happening behind the scenes for her.\n\nEdit:\n\nI've caused some confusion, the 'vest underneath' bit means she'd be wearing it usually. My problem is she wasn't wearing it then when I feel like she should have had time to. That led to me seeing her body. Sorry montaro not."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: I'll start by saying this is/was completely unexpected for me.\n\nShe said she was going to a meal and wanted to know what to wear, I said wear what you think is good and I'll let you know what I think.\n\nShe sent my a snapchat her of her wearing some jeans and a vest that was see through from the light (When the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent (?) sort of deal) with the words 'With a vest underneath'. I was a bit taken aback as I basically just saw her body (had a bra and panties on luckily) out of the blue, hence why I am here.\n\nThe next outfit she sent me I liked more so I told her to go with it. She went out.\n\nQuestions:\n\nWas it an accident? Or on purpose as she doesn't care about me seeing? I have a gf of a year so I woudlnt do anything. Am I now a 'gay best friend'? And most importantly do I just leave it or confront her?\n\nIm tempted to just leave it and carry on, it's not the first woman I've seen less clad and she's only a friend so im certain nothing is happening behind the scenes for her.\n\nEdit:\n\nI've caused some confusion, the 'vest underneath' bit means she'd be wearing it usually. My problem is she wasn't wearing it then when I feel like she should have had time to. That led to me seeing her body. Sorry montaro not."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: I'll start by saying this is/was completely unexpected for me.\n\nShe said she was going to a meal and wanted to know what to wear, I said wear what you think is good and I'll let you know what I think.\n\nShe sent my a snapchat her of her wearing some jeans and a vest that was see through from the light (When the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent (?) sort of deal) with the words 'With a vest underneath'. I was a bit taken aback as I basically just saw her body (had a bra and panties on luckily) out of the blue, hence why I am here.\n\nThe next outfit she sent me I liked more so I told her to go with it. She went out.\n\nQuestions:\n\nWas it an accident? Or on purpose as she doesn't care about me seeing? I have a gf of a year so I woudlnt do anything. Am I now a 'gay best friend'? And most importantly do I just leave it or confront her?\n\nIm tempted to just leave it and carry on, it's not the first woman I've seen less clad and she's only a friend so im certain nothing is happening behind the scenes for her.\n\nEdit:\n\nI've caused some confusion, the 'vest underneath' bit means she'd be wearing it usually. My problem is she wasn't wearing it then when I feel like she should have had time to. That led to me seeing her body. Sorry montaro not."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: I'll start by saying this is/was completely unexpected for me.\n\nShe said she was going to a meal and wanted to know what to wear, I said wear what you think is good and I'll let you know what I think.\n\nShe sent my a snapchat her of her wearing some jeans and a vest that was see through from the light (When the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent (?) sort of deal) with the words 'With a vest underneath'. I was a bit taken aback as I basically just saw her body (had a bra and panties on luckily) out of the blue, hence why I am here.\n\nThe next outfit she sent me I liked more so I told her to go with it. She went out.\n\nQuestions:\n\nWas it an accident? Or on purpose as she doesn't care about me seeing? I have a gf of a year so I woudlnt do anything. Am I now a 'gay best friend'? And most importantly do I just leave it or confront her?\n\nIm tempted to just leave it and carry on, it's not the first woman I've seen less clad and she's only a friend so im certain nothing is happening behind the scenes for her.\n\nEdit:\n\nI've caused some confusion, the 'vest underneath' bit means she'd be wearing it usually. My problem is she wasn't wearing it then when I feel like she should have had time to. That led to me seeing her body. Sorry montaro not."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: I'll start by saying this is/was completely unexpected for me.\n\nShe said she was going to a meal and wanted to know what to wear, I said wear what you think is good and I'll let you know what I think.\n\nShe sent my a snapchat her of her wearing some jeans and a vest that was see through from the light (When the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent (?) sort of deal) with the words 'With a vest underneath'. I was a bit taken aback as I basically just saw her body (had a bra and panties on luckily) out of the blue, hence why I am here.\n\nThe next outfit she sent me I liked more so I told her to go with it. She went out.\n\nQuestions:\n\nWas it an accident? Or on purpose as she doesn't care about me seeing? I have a gf of a year so I woudlnt do anything. Am I now a 'gay best friend'? And most importantly do I just leave it or confront her?\n\nIm tempted to just leave it and carry on, it's not the first woman I've seen less clad and she's only a friend so im certain nothing is happening behind the scenes for her.\n\nEdit:\n\nI've caused some confusion, the 'vest underneath' bit means she'd be wearing it usually. My problem is she wasn't wearing it then when I feel like she should have had time to. That led to me seeing her body. Sorry montaro not."
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: My boyfriend of 1 year is going to college next year, and so do I. He lives in another state, and we can only see each other in at least every 3 months. He began to make plans to earn money so we could buy an apartment and live together in my city. I said that we are too young for that (or at least I am), but I would love to do that in the future, and nothing would make me happier. He got angry and sad, and then slept. Next day, he was acting normal, but I feel like he doesn't take our relatioship seriously anymore. What should I do?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Hi first time user, and I am dyslexic so please forgive any spelling errors. \n\nThree months ago my girlfriend broke up with me at school, she did not say why. We dated for three years and it was completely unexpected. Before summer vacation I watched as she walked around with this new guy and did everything we use to do. She stopped speaking to me and ignored me. \n\nI started to speak to the girl I am now dating Lucy. I spent an entire week with her and their was an indecent in class. Lucy walked into our Journalism and she kissed me on the cheek and said good morning. My ex left the class room almost immediately after that. \n\nHer friends told me today that she was crying at her locker because of what Lucy did. Her friends told me that I was torturing her by talking to Lucy and how much of a jerk I am. \n\nSo i sit here with a decision to make. Do I call my ex and talk to her before school we go back or do I leave it alone?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Hi first time user, and I am dyslexic so please forgive any spelling errors. \n\nThree months ago my girlfriend broke up with me at school, she did not say why. We dated for three years and it was completely unexpected. Before summer vacation I watched as she walked around with this new guy and did everything we use to do. She stopped speaking to me and ignored me. \n\nI started to speak to the girl I am now dating Lucy. I spent an entire week with her and their was an indecent in class. Lucy walked into our Journalism and she kissed me on the cheek and said good morning. My ex left the class room almost immediately after that. \n\nHer friends told me today that she was crying at her locker because of what Lucy did. Her friends told me that I was torturing her by talking to Lucy and how much of a jerk I am. \n\nSo i sit here with a decision to make. Do I call my ex and talk to her before school we go back or do I leave it alone?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Hi first time user, and I am dyslexic so please forgive any spelling errors. \n\nThree months ago my girlfriend broke up with me at school, she did not say why. We dated for three years and it was completely unexpected. Before summer vacation I watched as she walked around with this new guy and did everything we use to do. She stopped speaking to me and ignored me. \n\nI started to speak to the girl I am now dating Lucy. I spent an entire week with her and their was an indecent in class. Lucy walked into our Journalism and she kissed me on the cheek and said good morning. My ex left the class room almost immediately after that. \n\nHer friends told me today that she was crying at her locker because of what Lucy did. Her friends told me that I was torturing her by talking to Lucy and how much of a jerk I am. \n\nSo i sit here with a decision to make. Do I call my ex and talk to her before school we go back or do I leave it alone?"
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"text": "System: I want you to summarize this text\nDocument: Hi first time user, and I am dyslexic so please forgive any spelling errors. \n\nThree months ago my girlfriend broke up with me at school, she did not say why. We dated for three years and it was completely unexpected. Before summer vacation I watched as she walked around with this new guy and did everything we use to do. She stopped speaking to me and ignored me. \n\nI started to speak to the girl I am now dating Lucy. I spent an entire week with her and their was an indecent in class. Lucy walked into our Journalism and she kissed me on the cheek and said good morning. My ex left the class room almost immediately after that. \n\nHer friends told me today that she was crying at her locker because of what Lucy did. Her friends told me that I was torturing her by talking to Lucy and how much of a jerk I am. \n\nSo i sit here with a decision to make. Do I call my ex and talk to her before school we go back or do I leave it alone?"
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