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| Dad, how come you never tell me you love me? | |
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| Because I don't. I'm just raising you until you're big enough to eat. | |
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| I guess that explains why you force-feed me spice mixtures through a tube. | |
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| You're a smart lad. Got nice, plump, savory brain in your head, I'll reckon. Just like your mom. | |
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