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As he slept, Pinko Beatnik's head was filled with strange dreams.
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| This is Marx! You have been unfaithful to my memory, Pinko Beatnik! | |
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| No! No! No! I have tried my hardest! | |
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| Try taking a bath and washing your clothes! No one will want to be a communist if they think it is the domain of the foul-smelling! | |
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| Why don't you shut up, you hairy, old, Kant-thieving, lying, bourgie bastard! | |
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