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Because you saved my friend's life several years ago and I'll never forget you for that.

Just where; are those directions?

The artichokes fly swiftly into the forest.

Which is why you need to just hang on. I'll give you the directions later.

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What kind of mindscrew is this? You'll have to be banned from life for that insult! My card.

It is nearly what one thinks it isn't...

Just because the weatherman said so.

But anyway, the pipelines were shut down by the mouse, and the Queen got upset because the dinner party got ruined. When? And if so, what if? You can't apply those rules, if they wore white, and you weren't present.

if you fill it with chips there'll be no room for anything else

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Everything is a dotted line. Pay attention. That's not how you treat a clock.

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