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| uhhh, sorry about the mix up kid. | |
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| But santa, I said I wanted to be a REAL boy. Not an Eboy. | |
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| look, kid, I'm really sorry. But look on the bright side: At least you're not the poor sap who asked to be an Eboy. | |
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| Why not? You can't get much worse than this; I'm gonna get my arse kicked when I get back to school. | |
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| Well that may be... But it sure beats the hell out of having that flesh eating Ebola thing, don't it? | |
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| No wonder everyone pretends you don't exist. | |
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