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| Hey mom. It's me. I know we never really got along after you hit me with those plates, but I'm just here to say sorry. | |
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| Sorry that I never fought back when you beat me, sorry you chased off all my friends, sorry you locked me in the basement for the first years of my life, causing permanent environmental retardation. | |
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