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| i want to paint. get me red paint, daddy. | |
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| go scrape it from your mother's underwear. | |
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| but that's what you said yesterday when i asked for pink pudding. | |
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| her flow is harder today. | |
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| daddy, i don't understand half of what you say to me. | |
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| don't feel bad. the neighbors couldn't comprehend why your junglegym has a brass pole in place of a slide. i told them it was for you to prepare to put yourself through college. they didn't get it. | |
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