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Have not pity for the puppy in the box by the street; his purpose yet to be determined. I took him home as chosen last among others, but first in my heart, and my stomach. I took the poor puppy into the kitchen where I lopped off his head drank his blood and cooked him for dinner. So dear children do not pity the poor puppy whose flesh still fills my belly. Allow us to applaud him for complementing good jelly.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 1:40 PM UTC
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Have not pity for the puppy in the box by the street; his purpose yet to be determined. I took him home as chosen last among others, but first in my heart, and my stomach. I took the poor puppy into the kitchen where I lopped off his head drank his blood and cooked him for dinner. So dear children do not pity the poor puppy whose flesh still fills my belly. Allow us to applaud him for complementing good jelly.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 1:40 PM UTC
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