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| Everyday in this unnamed but obviously Third World country, children starve to death. | |
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| Please help me, the wild dogs use me as their salt lick. | |
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| And if you only spare a few dollars a day, you could pay me to go down to the supermarket and buy out the .49 cans of rotted beans. | |
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| The local terrorists use us for kindling and target practice....INCOMING!!! | |
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| And come on, I need some new shoes. | |
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| Well, at least that bastard won't try to pick me up anymore. | |
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