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| Oh...the dark of my soul is truly darker today than it was yesterday. My love for you is as tainted as an unpreserved cheese. | |
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| My blood flows verily onto the ground from where you dark soul doth wound me, and your lips....wait a sec... | |
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| Did you just say your love was "as tainted as an unpreserved cheese?" | |
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| Yeah, enough with the verily. Umm..where did you come up with that line? | |
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