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| Let's pretend I don't, daddy-o. What's killin' your chillin'? | |
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| It's all the same story, my man. Fast drugs, hard women, and cold coffee, cat. | |
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| Ouch, I feel your pain my man, but to suffer is good for the soul. From apathetic to dialectic, daddy-o. | |
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| "That what doesn't kill you, only serves to makes you stronger," quothe the 'N' man. | |
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