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| please dont eat me i will be in distress and not be blithe anymore | |
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| but i hungy and desolated with no one to care for me | |
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| but i will be despondent because i will be fried with waffles | |
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| o ya im hungry your plump feather are making me exuberantly anguish with hunger | |
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| could you do it quick so i can dissillusion my death | |
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| you know you are whyning to much i am disgruntled now | |
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