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| Adam Cardon, I've come to you to warn you. You are in grave danger! | |
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| Oh...my...GOD. Just exactly what 'kind' of grave danger, Erin from my oversexed imagination!? | |
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| What other kind of grave danger is there, you moron?! | |
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| Lemme see.... there's the really naughty kind...oh, and what about the harassing kind? | |
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| Gad damn, now I remember why I tried to kill myself... | |
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| ...Oh, did I mention the naughty kind?... | |
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