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| What happened to us, Satan? We used to be so in sync, so simpatico. | |
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| I guess the honeymoon is over, Stan. | |
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| Then I look into those baby reds and think, “There’s the devil I know. And love.†| |
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| I’m really rooting for you to get into Heaven, Stan. Like, really, really rooting. | |
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