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| Speaking of sons, I'm due to give birth to the bastard of a film star soon. When do you think we'll be getting out of here? | |
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| In my dreams, I remember the smell of the grass...the feel of the sun...how I squandered that freedom, that was so fleeting and precious... | |
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