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| Fuck, Being a park bench is hard work. | |
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| Think about it, stickwench. | |
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| Why do I keep starting conversations with angsty inanimate objects? | |
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| Do you smell something? I think I just crapped my pants. | |
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| Maybe the bench had a point... I'm hungry. Where the fuck is that Hotdog stand?! | |
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