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| He took away my love. Nothing good can happen. | |
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| You behave yourself my plump little moo cow. I'll be back for seconds later baby. | |
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| Manners are like swords, they clip the wheel of time. | |
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| My poor baby, are you allright? | |
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| I'm not sure Sewer Kraut, but my lower side feels like hemeroids. | |
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