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| ...I can still remember, how that music used to make me smile... | |
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| Ah, Barlow. How *good* to see you. I'll go get you a drink. | |
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| ...so then I stabbed him in the eye! Stupid southern freaks, er, no offence. | |
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| Dwyyzzzzzzz! Ttweeooooo!!! | |
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| Barlow, why not go say hi to Chris over there? | |
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| Wahey! Don't mind if I do, thanks Justin, haha! | |
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