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| Small children are far more flammable then I had imagined... | |
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| I cannot live with the knowledge that that poor little boy will never score... | |
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| It's alright, mister! I put the fire out with my tears of agony! | |
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| You're bleeding, mister. Sometimes I bleed, after church. | |
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