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| oh god, why have i been blessed with a horrid thing on my head? | |
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| stop talking to a flaming bush. | |
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| i dont understand and im mad at you. | |
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| lalala, im not listening. | |
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| woah..what happened. am i seeing things? | |
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| serves you right for questioning god. i've chemically changed the structure of your visibility factor. | |
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