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After about an hour of dancing and singing in the nude, Rogie develops a rash and gets cold...
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| I'm so alone in this world now. I miss my family. Now who will clean up after me? | |
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| Who's gonna wash my dishes? Who will buy me toilet paper? Who's gonna suffer through my poetry and short stories? | |
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| I will be that person for you. | |
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| Hey... who said that? who could it be? | |
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