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Answer
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Hello
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Dan,
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It's
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Joe
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here,
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I
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hope
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you're
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keeping
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well
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It's
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the
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twenty-first
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of
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December
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and
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now
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they're
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ringing
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the
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last
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bells
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If
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I
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get
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good
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behaviour
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I'll
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be
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out
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of
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here
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by
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July
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Won't
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you
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kiss
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my
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kids
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on
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Christmas
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Day?
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Please
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don't
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let
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'em
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cry
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for
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me
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I
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guess
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Answer
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the
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brothers
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are
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driving
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down
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from
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Queensland
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and
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Stella's
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flying
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in
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from
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the
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coast
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They
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say
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it's
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gonna
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be
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a
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hundred
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degrees,
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even
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more
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maybe,
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but
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that
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won't
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stop
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the
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roast
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Who's
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gonna
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make
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the
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gravy
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now?
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I
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bet
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it
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won't
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taste
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the
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same
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Just
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add
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flour,
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salt,
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a
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little
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red
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Answer
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wine
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And
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don't
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forget
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a
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dollop
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of
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tomato
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sauce
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for
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sweetness
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and
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that
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extra
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tang
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And
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give
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my
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love
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to
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Angus
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and
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to
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Frank
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and
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Dolly
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Tell
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'em
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all
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I'm
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sorry
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I
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screwed
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up
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this
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time
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And
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look
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after
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Rita
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I'll
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be
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thinking
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of
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her
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early
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Christmas
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morning
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When
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I'm
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standing
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Answer
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in
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line
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I
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hear
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Mary's
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got
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a
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new
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boyfriend
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I
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hope
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he
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can
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hold
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his
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own
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Do
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you
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remember
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the
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last
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one?
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What
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was
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his
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name
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again?
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(Just
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a
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liitle
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too
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much
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cologne)
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And
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Roger,
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you
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know
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I'm
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even
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gonna
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miss
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Roger
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'cause
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there's
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sure
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as
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hell
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no-one
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in
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here
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I
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Answer
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want
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to
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fight
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Oh
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praise
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the
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baby
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Jesus,
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have
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a
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merry
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Christmas
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I'm
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really
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gonna
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miss
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it,
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all
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the
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treasure
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and
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the
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trash
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And
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later
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in
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the
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evening,
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I
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can
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just
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imagine,
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you'll
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put
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on
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Junior
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Murvin
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and
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push
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the
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tables
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back
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And
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you'll
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dance
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with
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Rita
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I
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know
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you
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really
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Answer
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like
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her
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Just
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don't
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hold
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her
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too
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close
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Oh
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brother
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please
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don't
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stab
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me
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in
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the
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back
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I
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didn't
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mean
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to
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say
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that,
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it's
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just
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my
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mind
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plays
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up,
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multiplies
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each
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matter,
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turns
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imagination
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into
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fact
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You
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know
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I
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love
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her
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badly,
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she's
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the
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one
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to
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save
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me
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I'm
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gonna
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Answer
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make
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some
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gravy
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I'm
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gonna
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taste
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the
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fat
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Tell
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her
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that
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I'm
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sorry
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Yeah
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I
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love
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her
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badly
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Tell
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'em
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all
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I'm
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sorry
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And
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kiss
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the
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sleepy
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children
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for
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me
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You
|
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know
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one
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of
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these
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days
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I'll
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be
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making
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gravy
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I'll
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be
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making
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plenty
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I'm
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gonna
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pay
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'em
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all
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back
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