“Sorry, not sorry.”

  Forever resilient, I finally found a different way in! 

  (Momentarily defeated, I then persevere. I’m so happy, folks.)

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  Baby Bubbles, I plan to make your days and your nights!

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  Shhhhh. Hush, you’re ruining the mood. 

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  I’ll find another way. I always do.

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  Just think: I used to love those shoes soooooo much. (Sigh.) As badly as it pains me to do it, I have to get rid of them now. Grrrrrrrr.



  :(

  Perhaps you’re the kind soul who will buy a new pair of soles for a poor, unfortunate victim, Randall D Randall. 

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  I can’t pass poison on to others. Don’t the homeless have it bad enough already? Grrrrrrrr. 

  More lighter fluid, more gasoline, more gunpowder, please! Burn, baby, burn!!!!!
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  Oh, that sandwich? I didn’t eat it, I never would have asked for Vegemite or mayo, I believe someone got my order wrong, so I just gave to my mate Down Under, the opera-singing cricket referee. (Slart.)



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 Only you ever talk about eating tildes. Sacrilege! Grrrrrrr. 

  Your secret is safe with me.

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  : )