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I told you about some strange things, and you thought about them. The doctor whapped your knee With a rubber triangle-tipped chrome-handled hammer. And you know what? You kicked that invisible bastard, that chilly draft from the hospital hallway. Good for you. But when will you start thinking for yourself, maybe even others? We're all waiting. กก 2004/5/6 Nanjing |
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