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Over my dead body, he said posthumously.
Somebody pull me out of this thornbush! he bristled.
And now for some bass ackwards Swifties...
We are not amused, he guffawed.
Your two quarts low, he gushed.
I got an F, he said smartly.
This is gonna take forever, he said instantly.
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