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| Biff, Dave didn't show up. You'll have to give Bob's eulogy. | |
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| But -- I didn't really like Bob very much. In fact, I hated his guts. | |
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| When I met Bob, he told me that his favourite pastime was getting drunk and beating up his pregnant wife and shaking his kids until 'their brains turned into jello.' | |
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