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| So Fred yells out, "Step on it! We've got a plane to catch!", and I...what's the matter? | |
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| I think you should turn around for a sec. | |
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| What the fuck do you think you're doing? And why do you smell like cough syrup? | |
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| I brought you a bag of my teeth. I can still feel your breasts when I clench my fists. My mother wants to meet you. Please let me kill a movie star to impress you. LOVE ME! | |
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