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| So you say you're called John Pienaar? I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere before... | |
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| Sometimes... sometimes I remember another life, long ago...I...I was on television, I think... | |
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| But now I writhe in my faeces in the darkness, praying death will suffer me to sip from its sweet, sweet chalice... | |
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| That's what my son does on a Saturday night. | |
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| He sounds like a pretty sad case. | |
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