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| Oh, man. When that glandular freak saw through my disguise, I thought I was done for. Thank goodness for my quick thinking. | |
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| Ha ha, BMJ, you should have seen your face when he showed up at your door! That was pricele- | |
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| If you're able to get up, try and reach the phone to call me so that I can come and knock you down again. | |
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And so, all's well that ends well. Sherman is lying crippled and unconscious on his bedroom floor and the bully is a changed man. The day is saved once again, thanks to my hero and yours: BMJ.
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| *Sniff* No one's ever given me flowers before. I suddenly feel the urge to adopt a child and love him and pet him. | |
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