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Look, I'm sorry we made you feel a little suffocated, but were you really just gonna sneak away?

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Well, it's just I really miss the city.I know you guys love it here, and that's fine,

We don't love it here!

What?

Come on, Robin, what kind of life is this? Going to canasta tournaments and high school field hockey playoffs?

Oh, I think North Bellmore can take state.

With Sophie's ankle? Doubtful.

Okay, but if you two are so unhappy, why don't you just move back to Manhattan?

Because the suburbs are better for the baby.

Who says? Who says any place is better for the baby if you two are unhappy in it?

No, no, we live here now.

And, you know, this place wouldn't seem so bad if we got one of our friends to move out here.

Oh, guys Oh I would rather set myself on fire.

The next morning, Barney learned that even in a city of eight million people, there's no escaping Karma.

Oh.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, can't talk; manager's watching.

Look, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings; it's a job.

Yeah, well, at my job, we don't rip out people's hearts for money.My company briefly backed a lab in North Korea which did, but we sold it!

rip out ‚ŕ‚ŹŽć‚é

You know, I've worked at that club for a year.You practically live there, and you didn't even recognize me the night we went out.You can't pretend to be some hurt little victim with me.I know you.

Well, of course you do.I told you things I don't tell anybody.I was honest with you.

Yeah, because I believe you have a gay black brother, a friend lonely enough to smoke his own meat and that your mom was a groupie for Supertramp.

They named their band for her! You remembered all that?

Well, yeah.I mean, you're more interesting than the lyrics to Pour Some Sugar On Me for the 8,000th time.

You know, it's funny.Almost every woman I've ever met was wrong to give me a chance.You're the first woman who's wrong not to.

Large black coffee and whatever he's having.It's on me.

The same.Thank you.

You're welcome.

and we're even.Uh, the song just ended.That mean you got to get going?

No.Do you have time to sit with me?

I don't know.You're wearing my watch.

Pottery.Now you're making pottery.

I needed a new vase and some plates.And bowls.The china cabinet I built had some design flaws.

Why don't you just turn this into a guest room?

A guest room? You mean a room ready and waiting for someone who isn't there? A room devoted to reminding me that I'm still alone? Yeah, I don't need that.

Ted, no matter how many things you put in this room I'll still be here.

Hey.

Hey! Come on in.

Thanks.Oh, um, thanks for packing up the rest of my stuff.

No problem.Uh, you want some coffee?

Uh, sure.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So, how are things?

Good! You?

Great! You know, I actually made this mug.

Oh, yeah?

Oh! Yeah.Oh! Yeah, sorry, coffee's a little strong.How was your stay with Marshall and Lily?

Uh a little weird.They're not loving Long Island.

Oh.

I think deep down, they realize it just isn't a good fit.

It's hard to admit that sometimes.

Sure is.

But I guess it's better to face it and move on than try to force something that just isn't meant to be, right?

I think so.

Yeah.

So, what do you think you're gonna do with my old room?

Haven't really thought about it.

Oh!

Who needs Manhattan?

Yeah.

Hmm, it's Ted.He wants to know if we want to hang out in the city.

The next train leaves in nine minutes.

Dear Lily and Marshall, I don't know if you know this, but I never took your names off the lease.Well, today I took my name off it.The apartment is now yours.And I think I finally figured out the best thing to do with Robin's old room.See, for me, this place has begun to feel a little haunted.At first, I thought it was haunted by Robin, but now I think it was haunted by me.Well, no ghost is at peace until it finally moves on.I need a change.And I think you do, too.This apartment needs some new life.So, please, make our old home your new home.It is now ghost-free.Love, Ted.

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