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| hey april. what's with all the fucking rain? | |
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| i thought i would bring may flowers. | |
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| man, fuck may. why don't you let her get her own damn flowers? | |
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| you know, i never thought of it like that. in fact, i've never really thought for myself until now. i...i am alive! i am free to choose! | |
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| that's great. now cut it with the water, bring ME some damn flowers and tomorrow, how bout a little fucking ray of sunshine? | |
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