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Using a bit of logic and the keen sense God gave her, this punker finds true love.
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| You lack enough spunk troll. Grow up and buy a clue. | |
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| But I love you fair maiden, oh ye of the purest snow. | |
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| I'm not into beards pops. Get a haircut and give me a call. | |
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| Beard? You take a look south of the border lately doll? | |
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| Oh yes...we have a winner. | |
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| I must devour you! I will excrete upon your bones. | |
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