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Tyray replied, putting his hands to his own eyes, pretending to wipe away tears.
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| Please, man. I gotta go home. | |
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| I think poor Darrell's going to cry. | |
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Tyray's voice became high-pitched, as f he were imitating a young child. Then he heaved his chest and made several loud sobbing noises.
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| Mom, i hate the kids in the neighborhood. Everybody picks on me, Mommy. | |
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| I got no money on me. I spent it all on the oranges. | |
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| how much cash you got on you, boy? Me and my boys got plans for this evening and we need cash. | |
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