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| What a day. How can the world blame me for 95 years of Cub crap? | |
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| You mean you were the guy? | |
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| GAH! Down Rex! God damn it, you're my dog! | |
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| ooooch. And here I thought I had already reach my low point. | |
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| Not yet. After I bury your feemer I'm coming back to hump your ass. | |
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