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| ...so I panicked and ran away. Can you help me? | |
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| Yo, Simmons ma man, you da five-oh? I hear voices all up in dis mo fo. | |
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Whoa, where'd she come from?
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| That's the writer, I told you about him earlier | |
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| Foo, don't pay him no mind, dawg! | |
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Dr. Simmons, she's right.
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| Aight, yo Simmons ma man. It's like dis, ya gotta be ya own man, dawg, an' bust out an' be ya OWN man, word? | |
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