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| All right class, today you will all read aloud your themes which I asked you to write about "The Soul." Billy, you'll go first. | |
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| Damned to hell, my accursed soul will writhe in agony with Adolf Hitler, joined as one by our eternal hatred of the Jews. | |
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| Sent to your room again, eh? | |
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| Yeah. I was drawing a blank on that stupid theme so I had to bail. | |
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| Does your soul ever hurt, Billy? Sometimes mine does. | |
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| That's because you're adopted. | |
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