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| Why do your records say you were born February 22, 1793? | |
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| Excuse me, I need to retrieve something... | |
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| This would explain her hatred of garlic and sunlight, love of raw steak, uneasiness around churches, and why doctors haven't been able to find her pulse in years... | |
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| Where the hell is that neuralyzer? | |
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