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| Please, Mr. Jesus, can you rid my mother from that nasty cancer that's eating her alive and leaving her as a empty shell of her former self? | |
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| Sorry for that little interruption. I just wish people would stop whining and deal with reality. | |
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| Tell me about it! Anyway, I raise you $300. No way you're going to beat this hand! | |
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