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Dearest,
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darlingest
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Momsie
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and
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Popsicle
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My
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dear
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father
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There's
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been
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some
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confusion
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over
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rooming
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here
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at
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Shiz
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But
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of
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course,
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I'll
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care
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for
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Nessa
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But
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of
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course,
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I'll
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rise
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above
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it
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For
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I
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know
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that's
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how
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you'd
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want
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me
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to
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respond,
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yes
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There's
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been
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some
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confusion
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for,
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Answer
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you
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see,
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my
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roommate
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is
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Unusually
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and
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exceedingly
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peculiar,
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and
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altogether
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quite
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impossible
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to
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describe
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Blonde
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What
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is
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this
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feeling,
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so
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sudden,
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and
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new?
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I
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felt
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the
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moment
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I
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laid
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eyes
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on
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you
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My
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pulse
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is
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rushing
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My
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head
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is
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reeling
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My
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face
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is
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flushing
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What
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Answer
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is
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this
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feeling?
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Fervid
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as
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a
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flame
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Does
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it
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have
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a
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name?
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Yes
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Loathing,
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unadulterated
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loathing
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For
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your
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face
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Your
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voice
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Your
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clothing
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Let's
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just
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say
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I
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loathe
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it
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all
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Every
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little
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trait,
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however
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small
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Makes
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my
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very
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flesh
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begin
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to
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crawl
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With
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simple,
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utter
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loathing
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Answer
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There's
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a
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strange
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exhilaration
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In
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such
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total
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detestation
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It's
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so
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pure,
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so
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strong
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Though
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I
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do
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admit,
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it
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came
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on
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fast
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Still,
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I
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do
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believe
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that
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it
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can
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last
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And
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I
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will
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be
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loathing,
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loathing
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you
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my
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whole
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life
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long
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Dear
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Galinda,
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you
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are
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just
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too
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Answer
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good
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How
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do
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you
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stand
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it?
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I
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don't
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think
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I
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could
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She's
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a
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terror,
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she's
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a
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Tartar,
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we
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don't
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mean
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to
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show
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a
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bias,
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but
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Galinda,
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you're
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a
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martyr
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Well,
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these
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things
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are
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sent
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to
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try
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us
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Poor
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Galinda,
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forced
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to
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reside
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with
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someone
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so
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disgusticified
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Answer
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We
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just
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want
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to
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tell
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you,
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we're
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all
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on
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your
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side
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We
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share
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your
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loathing
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What
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is
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this
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feeling,
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so
|
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sudden
|
|
and
|
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new?
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|
(Unadulterated
|
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loathing)
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I
|
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felt
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the
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moment
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I
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laid
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eyes
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on
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you
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(For
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her
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face,
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her
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voice,
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her
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clothing)
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My
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pulse
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is
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rushing,
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my
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Answer
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head
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is
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reeling
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(Let's
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just
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say,
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we
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loathe
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it
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all)
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Oh,
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what
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is
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this
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feeling?
|
|
(Every
|
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little
|
|
trait,
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however
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|
small)
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|
Does
|
|
it
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have
|
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a
|
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name?
|
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(Makes
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our
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very
|
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flesh
|
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begin
|
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to
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crawl)
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Yes
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Ah
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Loathing
|
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(Loathing)
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There's
|
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a
|
|
strange
|
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exhilaration
|
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(Loathing)
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In
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such
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total
|
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detestation
|
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(Loathing)
|
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Answer
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It's
|
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so
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pure,
|
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so
|
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strong
|
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(So
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strong)
|
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Though
|
|
I
|
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do
|
|
admit,
|
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it
|
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came
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on
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fast
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Still,
|
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I
|
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do
|
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believe
|
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that
|
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it
|
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can
|
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last
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And
|
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I
|
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will
|
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be
|
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loathing
|
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for
|
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forever
|
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Loathing
|
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truly
|
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deeply
|
|
Loathing
|
|
you
|
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(Loathing
|
|
you)
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My
|
|
whole
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life
|
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long
|
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(Loathing,
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unadulterated
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loathing)
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Boo!
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Ah!
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