Poetic Justice
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Got my Cheetos, though.
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Love is a juice with many tastes
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Some bitter, others sweet
:49:16
A wine which has few...
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Few vineyards
:49:37
Your nails are so dirty.
:49:54
What you writing?
:49:58
Stuff.
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-Say...
-What?

:50:04
-Tell me how much you love me.
-Why?

:50:08
-Because I said so.
-ls that what you wanna hear?

:50:12
Hell, yeah.
:50:15
Really?
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Good.
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You so dumb. The more I teach you,
the dumber you get.

:50:31
-Something smell good, huh?
-Hell, yeah.

:50:36
You cool, girl?
:50:38
-Yeah. You on my braids.
-Sorry.

:50:41
-What's that smell?
-Smell like barbecue to me.

:50:45
-Y'all smell that?
-What's that?

:50:50
-Shit, look at all them black f olks.
-A gang of f olks.


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