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| Son, could you come here for a minute? | |
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| I wonder what he wants... | |
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| Son, you're getting older now, it's about time we had a heart to heart. Is there anything on your mind? | |
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| Yes dad...where do babies come from? | |
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"Son, why don't we ask them..."
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| I'm from Detroit, bitch. Word life. | |
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| I'm from ya mutha's ass, yo. Word is bond. | |
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