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| Hi Satan, Im Matthew McKinney. | |
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| I BECKON FORTH YOUR SOUL UNTO THE FIREY DEPTHS OF HADES! | |
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| I'll pass, I prefer the frozen tundras of Eastern Canada | |
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| ... he said no! Can you believe it? I think i need to eat a quart of icecream and cry myself to sleep. | |
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| Sats, honey. you just need a nice visit from Mr. JC... the wonders that man can do with his tounge! Rar! | |
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