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| I'm your real father. You can call me Sir. I'm the one you inherited your extroverted personality from. | |
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| Dude, I'm your dad. You got any beer? And a couple of bucks I can borrow? | |
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| Israphael, I'm your father. | |
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| OK... Whatever... The line forms on the right. | |
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