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(Drum roll)
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March 11, 2010.
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The day was unlike any other day.
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Why do I keep waking up at this time?
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3:11. These numbers keep occurring.
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Three plus one plus one equals
three eleven.
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-Howard, you're very bad man.
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-There's 311 days in the year.
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-I think you're blowing this
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way out of proportion.
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-My shoe size is three eleven.
How do you explain that, huh?
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-I can't. I doesn't make any sense!
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-Do you think this might be a coincidence?
-No.
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-Put your hand on my ball.
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(Gasp) I see something!
You are cursed, boy!
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-Cursed?
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(Hysterical laughter followed by
strong wind)
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(Nonsensical mumbling)
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It'll all come out to three eleven!
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(Hysterical laughter)
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(Nonsensical mumbling)
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All these phone numbers! All these phone
numbers have three eleven in them!
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(Scary voice) There is a number inside my
head. It is right or you're.... dead!
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-I can't take it anymore!
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-It is your destiny.
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-Hey Howard! Do you want to come see
a three eleven show with me?
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Come on! Let's go see the show, Howie!
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-Did you just say three eleven?
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-You like that band, don't you?
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-I love that band!
-Come on, you silly moose! (Laughs)
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-This is going to be a blast!
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(Rock music: I gotta tell you about
long time friends.
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I think about those years you saw me....)
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(Cackling)
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