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| Mom...Dad... (sniff) I...I'm running away from home. | |
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| Oh, you are? Well, good luck, son. (chuckle) | |
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| Of course, your mom and I will miss you, son. But if this is what you really want to do, we won't stop you. (wink) | |
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| Goodbye, Timmy. Don't forget about your dad and me when you're out in the cold, dark, scary world all by yourself. (wink) | |
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| I don't give a fuck if you tired! I got forty mo' blow jobs lined up fo' you tonight, BITCH! | |
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| FUCK YOU, Skeet! One of these days I'm gonna feed you your own fuckin' BALLS! | |
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