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| Tell me about your hopes, your dreams, your fears. | |
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| Well, I hope to fuck you. I dream about torturing animals, setting things on fire, and pissing on the Mona Lisa. I fear Ethiopians, telephone booths, earwax, and my left nipple, which calls me names. | |
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| So, the Mona Lisa, huh? Are you an art lover, too? | |
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