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| Puff, what is the meaning of this? | |
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| It's my fortieth birthday. I've come to take you up on our little deal. | |
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| Oh, Puff, we made that deal a long time ago. Surely, you didn't think... | |
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| We agreed in middle school that if neither of us were married by the time we were forty that we'd marry each other. I'm not married, you're not married... | |
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| But I have a home, and a life, and an owner who rubs my ears and gives me milk... | |
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| Yeah, about that owner of yours...*urp*...say, you wouldn't happen to have an antacid laying around, would ya? | |
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