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| Some girl at school today told me that my ass is soft and cushy. | |
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| She's right. It's where I sleep sometimes when you're not talking to me. It's nice and warm and comfy. | |
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| That's sick. And besides, you're a figment of my imagination. You don't exist when I'm not talking to you. | |
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| Sure I do, you're just not aware of me because I'm not running around in your head. | |
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| Because you're sleeping in my ass? | |
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| Yes, but now that you put it that way I think I'll find somewhere else to sleep. That's sick. | |
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