My aeroplane
does not have insurance
do not bleed on the tip
give it back..yea, o.k.
I will talk to your mum is she
the blond utters filigreed.?
Sue and Jane ohhh you two
are in so much...turn on the
lite....git offin me...ohh..you
o.k...no I definitely don't want
to talk to your mum...no..no..ok
I will git back down, hurry, hurry...
this is it..teach will come back
you have taken the blame to
often as it is..what about your sister....?
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