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| Dear Satan, stop killing my pets. Billy. | |
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| No, stop touching yourself at night Billy. | |
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| I'm not mad because you stole my computer, or because you killed Billy's pets, or that you just had a retard rape Billy.. I'm mad because you killed those kids who would one day rid the planet of AOL. | |
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| It seemed like the Satan type of thing to do. | |
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