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| This pesky goth kid keeps pestering me, could you get him off my back? | |
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| I'll see what I can do for you, mam. | |
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| The lady over there tells me you won't leave her alone. | |
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| And I thought we had it really going on! Sometimes I think I loose touch with Draconias. When that happens I focus on the pain. That's why I burn myself with a lighter. Focus... Focus... Focus... | |
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| You're coming downtown with me son | |
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| Focus... Focus... Focus... Ouch! | |
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