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| Oh no, you're going to read poetry to me again. I hate that stuffy Whitman. | |
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| I promise, no Whitman tonight. I've got a new poet to read, someone I know you'll like. | |
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| Ahem ... wehn a man loves a women HE NALE'S THE FUCKIN BITCH | |
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| Ack! I'm sorry! More Whitman, please! | |
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