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| dad, you bought flowers? how come? | |
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| it's for lucy, son. she's pregnant with my child and she'll be living here from now on | |
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| that whore!!!! dad, how could you!!!! | |
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| now, now, son. don't insult your mother. we married yesterday | |
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| and don't drive nails in your forehead, you'll have a headache again | |
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