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That's me on the end, next to your dad.
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Mortar landed so close it could have dropped out of my ass.
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If your father hadn't done what he did, I wouldn't be here.
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Guess that makes two of us.
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You ain't let go that rope
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cause you are lusting for that darkly, sweet meat.
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I cog it all, now.
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This whore, with her cokeynut skin, and her slywise mask,
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smiling and worming her way into your trust
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so you bring her here,
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scaving and sivving for what?
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For what, fool?