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| What are you talking about your mother! | |
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| My name is not 'Your Mother!' I told you've that a thousand times! | |
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| Have you really told me a thousand times? It feels like we have only known each other for seconds. | |
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| ... ... We really need to stop visting eachother inside of the fracture within the space-time continuum. | |
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| Agreed. How bout we just go out for pizza next time, it would probably be a lot simpler and we wouldn't have to suck father time's cock. | |
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