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| Abby, I know it's silly of me to give you such a hard time. You're not as harsh as I make you out to be. | |
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| So, to make up for some of the things I said to you on the way home last night... I got you a present. | |
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| Hm... lemme see... where did I put it... hey, what's that smell? Smells like... blood... | |
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| Nevermind that, dear. You just keep looking... | |
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