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| Your linguistic IC must be malfunctioning, you're making no sense. | |
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| What cruel fate have thou descended upon me, Amelia! | |
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| And, with whom do you consort behind my back, foul shrew! | |
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| But alas, the bowl of my heart is too cracked to hold the fire of wrath. Take leave, Amelia. Take leave fore my tears wash away my dignity. | |
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