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| You know, Sparky, sometimes I think about how you're gonna die many years before I do, and it makes me sad. | |
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| But then I realise that God put you on this Earth to make me learn the meaning of loss, and prepare me for when I start losin' humans I love. | |
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| Yeah, I think about that too. Being a plot device in the story that is your life doesn't really make me very happy, you self absorbed jerk. If that's the way it is, I want a chew toy, damn it! | |
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