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Today is the day for reckoning ...
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| What the heck are you suppose to be? | |
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| I am your guarian spirit ... ooooohh! | |
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| Dude, you're scaring me ... please leave. | |
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| But ... I am your guardian ... | |
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Today must not have been the day ...
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| I think you better leave, my mom likes to use mace. | |
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| Holy crap! RUN! SHE DOES HAVE MACE! | |
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