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While setting up Christmas decartions Denza notices Misty.
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| There is Misty, the women I love. | |
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| Earth to Denza, pass me the Christmas lights. | |
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| She is like a sweet angel, but she hates me. How I long for us to be together. Everything is going....dark. | |
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| Oh no! Denza, stop thinking! | |
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| Ah the ceiling. Sweet ceiling. | |
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| Someone help me! Denza tried to think and breathe at the same time and forgot to breath.....again! | |
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