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| Oh, hello, Mr. Johnson. Did my son behave at Timmy's sleep over? | |
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| That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your son used some foul language at my house last night. | |
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| What? My Jeffrey? He never swore before in his life. | |
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| Would you like to come in for tea and talk about it some more? | |
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| No! I better fuck off to my shit-hole of a home! My bitch keeps nagging me to wash the fucking car! | |
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