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| The delightful pain does nothing to thwart my blad from seeking your fruity chest gaydog. | |
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| No why did not my powers work? I must flee! | |
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| There is no escape from my now cleansed AIDS blade I hope you enjoy the pain of the hot steel. | |
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| AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA I LAUGH AT YOUR BROKEN SKULL FRAGMENTS! I shall now finger paint in your brain mush. | |
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