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| The cross at St. Mary's shows Christ's sack under the loin cloth. | |
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| They paid extra. Just like you did so long ago... | |
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| Say hippie chick, you ever try mixing your love and war? | |
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| Like, not at my regular rate, little Spanky. | |
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Flash forward to somewhere in the heartland
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| Mom... you never say anything about my real dad. How can I get you to talk? | |
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| You'll have to beat it out of me. _____ * wink * * wink * | |
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