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| Hey Punky what 'cha doin? | |
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| Oh, yknow just sitting around, writing poetry. | |
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| Poetry, eh? I always thought it would be fun to disguise yourself as a famous poet, then pretend to kill yourself. That way everyone would be real sad, and such. | |
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