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Okay, Ginger.
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Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
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- Bye. - Lot of raccoon talk.
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Oh, shush, she asked.
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She loves that stuff.
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You know, Ginger could've listened to me forever,
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but she had to take her daughter to a slumber party.
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Slumber party, huh?
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My condolences to Ginger's daughter.
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What? What's wrong with slumber parties?
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Yeah, and while we're at it,
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what's wrong with diarrhea, huh?