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| So are you an ostrage or... like some kind of featherless peacock... I've always wanted to know. | |
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| What does it matter? Would it change the way you thought of me? | |
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| Well. It's just a question, no need to get defensive or- | |
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| I'M GAY! I'm a GAY bird. Okay? Are you happy? I'm a little tweeter bird! An old egg baggin slut. YOU dragged it out of me. I'm FUCKING gay! | |
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| Wow... uh... That's not what I was asking. I never thought peacocks as nesicarilly gay. More just... pretty. | |
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| Pea Cock. Featherless. Pea. Cock. | |
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