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| Hey dad. Ineed some money to buy some gangsta clothing. | |
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| Okay, son. Here's three hundred dollars. | |
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| Hey dad. I need money so I can buy some emo clothes. | |
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| I just gave you three hundred dollars a week ago. Oh well, easy come easy go. Here's three hundred dollars. | |
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| Honey, I feel awful Our son killed himself. | |
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| I feel awful too. That little bastard took the tags off his new clothes so I can't return them. That's six hundered dollars down the shitter. | |
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