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Anonarchist: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?
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Anonymous1: ....uh what he said
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Anonymous2: she must have had somthing to get off her chest..
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dante22: two bloody melons must b ripe for the pickings.
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Anonymous3: sadist animal