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| Why was I built without legs? All my life I've had the urge to dance. | |
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| Like a passion that somehow found its way into my concious line of thought. Be it in my programming or some kind of sentient destiny for me to grace the world with a glorious expression of my dance. | |
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| O, If only robots could cry. | |
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| Where are my ice cubes mother fucker? | |
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