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| Mom, I think you should know that I hate you with everything I have. You raised me horribly and made me grow into a twisted member of society. | |
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| I'm not your mother... I'm a hooker you picked up about ten minutes ago. | |
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| Oh...so you are. Sorry about that. I sometimes forget the hookers aren't my mother. | |
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