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| Aight, lil kid. I want to get this straight. This is MY room. I run shit here, nahmean? You obey me. Do what I tell you to at all times. | |
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| Oh, my god! Look at that outfit. It's so... GAY! | |
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| When I say jump, you say "How high?" Then I slap you for speaking without permission. I own you, I own your posessions, I own your whole fuckin identity, kid. Do you understand? | |
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| That hat just cries "homo!" I wouldn't be cought dead in something like that. This boy needs a make-over | |
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| That's my lamp. You don't touch my lamp. There's my table. If it was your table, you could touch it. But it's not so you can't. Unfortunately, I gotta share a bed with you. | |
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| I'll get all up in your ass at night. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fag! | |
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