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| Thank you SO much! I'm so glad you found Tigger, Mr. Gustafson. | |
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| Actually Sally, Tigger found me. He left home because he hates your guts. | |
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| Bullshit. Give me back my cat, you lecherous, bottom-feeding hick! | |
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| You'd best leave now Sally, lest I tell your parents about the Barbie Meth Lab. | |
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| God I wish he'd move out. | |
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