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| Wha-What?! What do you mean OUR daughter? What do you mean I killed OUR daughter?! | |
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| It's true, Smoky. I'm sorry I never called to tell you that she was yours. I wasn't with anyone else that whole hour when she was conceived, so I'm afraid there isn't any doubt. | |
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| God, you're a whore. If there was something poking out of you for every time something had been poked in, you'd be a goddamned porcupine. | |
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| When we were dating you kept going on and on about how cannibalism was sooo "in", and I guess I was a little concerned about you popping her in the microwave someday while I was at work. | |
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| Well it worked out, huh? She's fucking dead anyway! And now my damn stomach's growling just thinking about that little bitch between two slices of bread. | |
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| (sigh)... Such passion... Now I remember why I fell in love with you. | |
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