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That shirt looks good on you, but it would look even better stuffed into the neck of a vodka bottle and flung burning through our office building's window.
I'm kidnapping you now.
Put this under your tongue.
Do you have some Mexican in you? Do you want to?
I will love every bone in your body expeicly mine.
Face it you aren't going to do better tonight.
You won't regret this hell I doubt you will remember.
I can grant you a wish. If that wish is to be nailed in a public bathroom.
Want to be famous; I'm a serial killer.
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