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| 50 Cent, I'm going to assume you're still trippin' on that industrial-strength LSD we injected using gold-plated needles and let you get on with the song. Don't be late for the concert. Goodbye. | |
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| Now children, I know you're all here to hear the 'way out' rap, but first I thought we'd have a little discussion about something that's very important - literature. Now, who wants to start off? | |
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