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One spring afternoon in a parking lot ...
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| Alas that this too too solid flesh would melt thaw and resolve into a dew! O the manner in which that truck hath manifest itself punishes me with a sore distraction! | |
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| Whether tis nobler for the mind to take this mirror and run or to stay and suffer the slings and arrows of my crime. Squirrel??? Alas! By what force usurpst he this time and place?? | |
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| Bbbbut did I just see you pick up a piece of your car off the ground? | |
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| Errr no ... twas a false creation proceeding from thy recursion-oppressed brain. Twas I carousing the streets in measureless content picking up litter whose sight lay upon me like lead. Yes.... Ho! | |
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At that instant, law enforcement officials make their way onto the scene ...
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| Bbbbut I reported you anyways. Now I can have that sexy maiden all to myself... | |
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| Damn! Dem sirens Iz be hearin? Squirrel wak. Banquo got my back. I'm splittin o my ass be in shit. Ted's the man! The rest be silence. | |
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