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| So yeah, let's go back to my place. I'll show you my Joy Division CD's. | |
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| I dunno . . . my mom said never to go over to the houses of strange boys. I might get raped and killed | |
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| Well, I'm not a boy, I'm a squirrel. Your mom didn't say anything about squirrels, did she? | |
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| Well . . . no. I guess it'll be okay then. Let's go. | |
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| Sweet. Let the rapin' and killin' begin. | |
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| Hey, do you have anything by Christian Death? | |
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