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| Fire is good, but whoosh is better. | |
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| Whoosh is the wind that deposited you, my ashes, on the ground before me. Whoosh is like God in this domain. | |
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| I'm a head but give me head. | |
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| I have a cat. Can I give you that? | |
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| I will accept nothing but blood. | |
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| I'll call my cousin for stuff like that for he is made by Phillip-Morris. He is a jolly, juicy cancer stick! | |
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