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It was a dark and stormy night. Jolted out of his reverie by a figure in the road, John put on his wig. "Howdy, handsome stranger," John says to the man, "Would you like a ride?" John winks.
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The man eagerly got in the car. The were both eager. Everything was great until the man found out John was a man. Then the man was disgusted, and wanted to leave. John had to kill him.
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| *sniff* What a tragic tale. I have to stop writing these tear-jerkers. | |
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