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| I got a card in the mail today addressed to "The filthiest pig I know." | |
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| The inside said, "I hope you have a great day wallowing in a mud pit and squealing like the little piglet you are." | |
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| Wow. I wonder who would go out of their way to do something that mean. | |
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| I just can't figure out why you haven't gotten my Mother's Day card yet. | |
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| It's okay, dear. It's the thought that counts. | |
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