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| And I sleep. The dawn is around the cornerstone. I need a jacket. It's cold here. Outside. | |
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| Lord Jesus please forgive me of my sins. | |
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| I forgive you Ling Ling Bathery. Just don't be a snotty little foreign exchange student. | |
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| Candy Lord Jesus. I'm going to sell candy to raise money for seasick children all around the world. | |
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| Hey that's not a bad idea. What about crucufied revolutionary men like Sparticus or Willem DeFoe. | |
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| I'm still waiting for my check. Coffee and a thirst of knowledge. No finger food here. Pop Eye. Blacksox. Nightmares come in two. | |
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