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| What's wrong Pogo. You've been awfully weird lately. Well...ha ha..weirder than your normal weird I mean. | |
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| I'm beginning to think that you don't love me. You only want to do it out here in the woods now. | |
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| Of course I don't love you. You are a murdering freak with giant man-tits. Sure it was fun for a while but...and besides..your house smells like open ass. | |
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| I'm not just a sex object you know. I have feelings too... | |
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