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| Hey, Floyd. Guess what--! | |
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| Yeah, Fredrick, I know we look the same, can you shut you fucking trap about it? | |
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| But good god, we look so goddamn like the same person. | |
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| That's why I dyed my hair, and I don't let mom dress us the same anymore. | |
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| I would say to us, "We want ice cream cone?" Both of us say yes. How in the hell? | |
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| We are twins, that is why. | |
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