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| Hey, Lori! Glad I found you. I'm worried about Bob. | |
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| Why? What's up with you two gay monkies nowadays anyhoo? | |
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| What? We're not gay! We just share an apartment. That's it. | |
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| Ok. I didn't ask for your gay sex life drama story ok. I have a pure mind and I don't need to hear it. | |
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| Save that sick sh*t for Maury man. I'm out. | |
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