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One afternoon in a parking lot...
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| Alas that this too too solid flesh would melt! From where did cameth that truck hither? | |
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| To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler for the mind to pick up the mirror and run or to stick my ass around and pay for my crime. | |
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| bbbut bbbut I saw tthhat... | |
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| Shit. What are you doing here, loser? You won't tell anyone, will you? | |
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Meanwhile, as police sirens approach...
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| Nnnoot a soul hehe. Now I can have her all to myself. | |
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