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| So I heard you've been hitting on the guy I like. | |
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| Yeah, whatever. I know how much of a whore you are. | |
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| I never hit on him. I just took him to my secret hideout and sucked him off. | |
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| That's it. I'm firebombing that treehouse of yours. It's crawling with sin and needs to be eradicated. | |
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| The treehouse isn't my secret hideout, your bedroom closet is. | |
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