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One sunny, beautiful morning...
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| Oeh... Hello mister, how are you doing today? Nice weather isn't it? | |
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| Erhm.. Hello girl, can you tell me where the colouringguy is? I look a bit pale.. | |
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| No, I don't, I like playing in the sun, I never look for colouringguys | |
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| You're right! The weather is nice, I'm on vacation! Let's rock! | |
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| What am I supposed to do? I wish I was a little girl too, they never complain and just play in the sun.. | |
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| He's right... I hate myself too. I will find the creator soon enough, I don't want to be little anymore.. | |
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