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| I dont have the heart to go on, he'll never love me. | |
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| Why don ya quit yer whinin' ya wee lil fairy, nancy boy pathetic kilt chase? | |
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| Why does every insult seem that much more hurtful when it comes from an irate scottish goat? | |
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| I dunno what yer talkin about ya wee girl. | |
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