Carrie: The longer I sat at that table, the more alone I felt and it really hit me: I am 35 and alone.
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Miranda: You are not alone.
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Carrie: No, I know I have you guys. But... I really, I hate myself a little for saying this,
but... it felt really sad not to have a man in my life who cares about me.
No special guy to wish me happy birthday. No goddamn soul mate.
And I don't even know if I believe in soul mates.
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Charlotte: Don't laugh at me, but... maybe we could be each other's soul mates.
And then we could let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.
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Samantha: Well. That sounds like a plan.
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Carrie: I'm 35. 35 is not 25.
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Miranda: Thank God!
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Carrie: I'm 35!
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Samantha: Oh shut the fuck up. I'm 140.
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