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| Now don't forget to drop off that check at Red Cross like your mom asked. Also, remember to write a thank you note to Ed for the chicken wings. | |
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| God, I hate my consciensce. It always takes the form of half a hooker and floats around my ear whispering what I should do. I mean, give me a break! I'm old enough to know what to do by now! | |
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| Kill him! Kill him NOW! While his back is turned and the fleshy part of his neck is exposed! | |
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