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One day as Dreamgrass was meditating in the field...
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| o look a monkey. how did u get here, monkey? | |
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| hi im tango. and to answer your question, i drove here. | |
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| wow. u can talk? groovy, man. | |
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| yes, i can also drive, in case u werent listening. | |
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| u could make big bucks in a side show u know... | |
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| thats disgusting. how horrible of u to suggest i sell myself to a circus of flea-carrying, penny-pinching amateurs. | |
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