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| That god-dern whppersnapper came this close to running me down. | |
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| Well, you were trying to cross a four-lane highway at rush hour. How did you get out of Geritol Acres, anyway? | |
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| I don't remember. I must have gotten amnesia when that draggletail almost hit me. | |
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| No, dear, you're just senile. | |
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| Hang it all, my arthritis is acting up again. | |
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| We'll get your pills. I hope I don't give you Viagra instead of Vioxx...again. | |
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