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| You know I like things better this way. | |
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| You don't miss the humans. | |
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| Not at all. Ecspecialy not the Amish. Who milks goats anyway? | |
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| Gross. You mean some humans drank from your udder juice. | |
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| Can you believe it? And it was even worse for the cows. Hey, where did all the cows go anyway. | |
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| We didn't drink from the udders. But we could not resist the meat of the rump. | |
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