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One fine morning at Mit Romney's house ...
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| I am here for the soul of Mit Romney ... there is nor running, no hiding, and no drinking coffee... | |
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| Huh? You're joking right? | |
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| Sorry, no ... I am really Death. | |
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| You're joking right? Hilary must have put you up to this, huh? Got some little catch phrase to say like "damn, I got punked!" Right? | |
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shit is going to hit the fan ... kind of like Romney's campaign.
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| Don't even think about it ... you can fool the public, but that shit ain't gonna work with me ... jeez. | |
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| You know, I forgot something in the kitchen, be right back! | |
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