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Seventeen million picoseconds ago in the Matrix:
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| Trinity! I must escape this madness! | |
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| If you say so. Got a glass of water? | |
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| First, make violent love to me until I stutter like an epileptic. | |
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| God is dead, and they're selling the estate. | |
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| Sixteen Coricidin will do that to you. | |
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