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| You remind me of a friend I had a long long time ago. | |
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| You are right. Your friend Lord Jesus, was Shang Yang, and I am his daughter Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| You are correct once again. | |
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| No, once again we both are right; winners in a maze of mercantile losers. | |
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full of happiness. Otter's head near his campfire will yield food for the winter months.
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| But I still have pictures of nails buried deeply in my Semitic hands Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| I can't stand those mammoth glands they call Negrito mound shacks. I can't stand it anymore! | |
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