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| A singing telegram. Jesus, BDD really DOES hate me now. | |
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| Apparently he's not too fond of me, either, making me run his post-mortem errands. I'm not getting paid enough to sing. | |
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| So if what I heard of that song before my eardrums exploded was correct, BDD no longer loves me. No more obsession, no more default kids, no more clones, nothing. | |
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| That seems to be the gist of it. | |
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| "Oh, please don't throw me into dat briar patch, Br'er Fox!" | |
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| Somehow I thought you might take this better than he hoped. | |
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