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| mommy, can you help me? i got my nigger stuck in a tree | |
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| rebecca, what are you doing playing with your nigger! I told you no niggers today! | |
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| i know, mommy, but my nigger seemed so lonely just sitting there and it's such a nice day out. | |
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| honey, how many times do i have to tell you? niggers aren't people. they're just niggers. they can no more get lonely than a rock or a table. | |
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| mommy, all this talk and my nigger's still hanging from the tree! | |
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| okay, but next time i say no niggers, i mean no niggers. i'm sure other little girls wanted to get their hands on niggers today but they listened to their mommies and controlled those urges | |
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