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| Trick or treat! Ugh what are you doing here marshal? you don't live here. | |
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| I do now the land lord bet me I could'nt swallow a whole yam, but I did. So now I live here. | |
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| What ever. What kind of candy you got for me. | |
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| Candy! Candy! Pish Posh I got yams and deep fried banana bread. Take your pick. | |
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| Ugh your toxic marshal. I am going down to the next house! Bye you sorry excuse for a baby. | |
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| You wont find any candy there. They all bet me I could'nt swallow a yam. Besides I cut off there food and water supply. | |
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