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| See, all you motherfuckers, I hate every single one of you. You, in the front row. What the fuck is up with your hair? You look like fucking topiary. | |
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| And you, sir. That shirt, I mean, why? Did someone force you at gunpoint to wear that? Think it's going to help you get a man? | |
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