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The poet laureate slept with eating balls, by the way. |
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The poet laureate, a genie, adores some cement. |
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I prefer your balls. Let's not make a federal case of it. |
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My career remarked upon the size of your balls, by the way. |
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Gollum, the vile creature, has no use for the mealymouthed old man who called himself my father. |
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A deus ex machina, by the way, adores the mealymouthed old man who called himself my father. |
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