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| I dress for a funeral, my uncle Gregory was trajectly murdered in the old sea side caves. | |
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| You Hammoks are all wierd. Just last night I saw your sister rooting through my garbage. | |
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| Oh damn, she's having more of those seizures again. My family must be cursed. | |
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| ud uddat uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh | |
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| Please sure, kill me, I don't want to live.... | |
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| What a lucky day, should i use my knife, or my axe?...... | |
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