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| Momma, I broke your vase. I'm sorry. | |
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| Sorry doesn't cut it this time Timmy. | |
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| God, sometimes you make me so mad I could just kill you. | |
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| And since I killed Timmy, everything really settled down. | |
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| I killed my kids years ago, and the peace and quiet is just so nice. | |
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