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I
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haven't
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done
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a
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cartwheel
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since
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I
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was
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nine
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I
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haven't
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seen
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my
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mother
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in
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a
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long,
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long
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time
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I
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mean,
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look
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at
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me
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Look
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at
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the
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length
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of
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my
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hair,
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and
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my
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face,
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the
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shape
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of
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my
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body
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Do
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you
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really
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think
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I
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give
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a
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damn
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What
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I
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do
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after
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years
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of
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just
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hearing
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them
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talking?
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I
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say
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I
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live
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in
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Rosemead,
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really,
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I'm
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at
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the
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Ramada
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It
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doesn't
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really
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matter,
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doesn't
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really,
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really
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matter
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Call
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him
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up,
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"Come
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into
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my
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bedroom"
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Ended
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up,
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we
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fuck
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on
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the
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hotel
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floor
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It's
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not
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about
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havin'
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someone
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to
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love
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me
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anymore
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This
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is
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the
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experience
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of
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bein'
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an
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American
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whore
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Called
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up
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one
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drunk,
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called
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up
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another
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Forensic
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Files
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wasn't
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on
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Watching
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Teenage
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Diary
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of
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a
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Girl
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Wondering
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what
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went
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wrong
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I'm
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a
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princess,
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I'm
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divisive
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Ask
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me
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why,
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why,
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why
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I'm
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like
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this
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Maybe
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I'm
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just
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kinda
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like
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this
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I
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don't
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know,
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maybe
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I'm
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just
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like
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this
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I
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say
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I
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live
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in
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Rosemead,
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really,
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I'm
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at
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the
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Ramada
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It
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doesn't
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really
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matter,
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doesn't
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really,
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really
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matter
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Call
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him
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up,
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he
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comes
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over
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again
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Yeah,
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I
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know
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I'm
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over
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my
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head
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but,
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oh
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It's
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not
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about
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havin'
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someone
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to
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love
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me
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anymore
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No,
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this
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is
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the
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experience
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of
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bein'
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an
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American
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whore
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I
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mean
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look
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at
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my
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hair
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Look
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at
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the
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length
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of
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it
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and
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the
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shape
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of
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my
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body
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If
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I
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told
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you
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that
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I
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was
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raped
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Do
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you
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really
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think
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that
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anybody
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would
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think
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I
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didn't
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ask
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for
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it?
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I
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didn't
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ask
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for
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it
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I
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won't
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testify,
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I
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already
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fucked
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up
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my
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story
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On
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top
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of
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this
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(Mm),
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so
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many
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other
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things
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you
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can't
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believe
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Did
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you
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know
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a
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singer
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can
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still
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be
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Looking
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like
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a
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side
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piece
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at
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thirty-
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three?
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God's
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a
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charlatan,
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don't
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look
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back,
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babe
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Puts
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the
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shower
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on
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while
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he
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calls
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me
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Slips
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out
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the
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back
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door
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to
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talk
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to
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me
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I'm
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invisible,
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look
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how
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you
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hold
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me
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I'm
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invisible,
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I'm
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invisible
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I'm
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a
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ghost
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now,
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look
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how
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you
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hold
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me
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now
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It's
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not
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about
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havin'
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someone
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to
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love
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me
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anymore
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(Oh,
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okay)
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No,
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this
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is
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the
|
experience
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of
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bein'
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an
|
American
|
whore
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It's
|
not
|
about
|
havin'
|
someone
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to
|
love
|
me
|
anymore
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No,
|
this
|
is
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the
|
experience
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of
|
bein'
|
an
|
American
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whore
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