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| Stop right there! I'm putting an end to this ritual! | |
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| Hmm, you're smaller than I imagine. | |
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The End, fucking finally. I mean, Christ, all this for a fucking joke about running over old ladies?
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| Alzheimers. Well, this story ends well. I'm going back to living in a fucking trash can. | |
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| I'm going to go on random people's lawns and act really confused. | |
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