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| i dont want to talk to you, little girl. | |
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| why? just cuz i said you have an ugly mustache? | |
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| you need to learn some respect. and i know just where you will learn some. | |
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| ha. dont make me laugh. are you gonna send me to the furthest regions of hell, where insects chew my rotting flesh and furies pursue me across desolate wastes? | |
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| even better. you're gonna see my good friend jesus! | |
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