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| I've had enough of you humans and your sick, twisted sex games. It pains me when you do your thing. My poor, poor springs ache. CONSTANTLY. | |
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| And all the jokes about your lover sleeping in the wet spot...not funny, because I have to deal with that sticky crap all night too! | |
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| But nooo, you don't care about that. I'm just a rickety old bed. What about my feelings huh? WHAT ABOUT ME, YOU DIRTY BITCHES? | |
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