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| Quiet lardass and only obstacle between me and my forbidden love, we're here now. But first I'll need a sample of your brain. | |
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| Hmm, I don't usually eat junk food but for my pointy headed love I would eat the brains of cupid himself... Mmmmm brains... | |
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