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| Well, Maria, it's time we call it quits. | |
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| Oh right Arnold, like it's all my fault. | |
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| I can't wake up to your anorexic ass any longer. | |
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| Really? If you spent more time in OUR bed instead of the beds of every slut in town, we might have made it. | |
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| Ooooh...I'm scared. Now beat it, you sack o bones. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. | |
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| Eat your heart out, buddy. This is the last time you'll see this FINE ASS walking away. | |
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