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Donna hoisted her bloated *** from the large hole on the Grand Canyon trail. "******* aborticide lovers," she spat to Bobby, her sister-in-law. "Don't look at me. I don't eat shrimp," Bobby replied vindicated, exonerated, full of venereal pathogens. Later, after Jesus floated safely groundward, large bell bottom jeans became fashionable again.
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