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| Hi Miss Bradley! I made you this valentine out of my own skin and blood like you asked. | |
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| Hmmm... kinda small, spanky. I was hoping for a bigger patch of skin. And it looks like you painted over the lines with the blood. | |
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| I had extra. Please... will you be my... | |
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| Frankly, NO! You are not worthy. Crawl away and try again in a few years. | |
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| So much skin and blood! My valentine is draped across your lawn. Now will you be my... | |
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| Your tribute to me is killing my grass. Lay down so I can kick you in the mouth before sending you off! | |
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