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| I'm freshly-bathed... my hair is combed... I'm wearing my best suit... surely my dear Agnes will look upon me with favor tonight. | |
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| Oh...it's you. Well, at least you coulda zipped up your pants before you rang the doorbell. My god -- I can see your tiny penis. | |
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| I...I brought you...some flowers...my d-darling... | |
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| Good, they'll help cover up that horrible stench -- OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU! WHAT'D YOU DO, SHIT IN YOUR PANTS? FUCK! I'M GONNA THROW UP! GGGYYEECCCHH!!! | |
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| Whatcha readin' there, Butch? | |
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| "How To Disappear Completely." | |
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