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| Sanna, you can't hang out with that Jon guy anymore. I forbid it. | |
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| Forbid, huh? Just because you're my brother doesn't mean you can dictate what I can do. | |
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| Oh, yes I can. You forget I know karate. | |
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| Oh, no you can't. You forget I read your diary in 11th grade when you wrote all those love poems after Mikka DeBeaux broke up with you. | |
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| You also forget I made photocopies. Also that the editor of the New York Times owes me a huge favor. | |
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