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I might go by the park.
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Which park?
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Carl Schurz.
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Oh God, not Versailles again.
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Well...I feel like I should thank him for the artificial larynx idea.
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That was an accident.
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Maybe.
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And you know it'll just set him off again. He'll be like, "I told you! I told you you could talk if you wanted to you big cigarette butt with your grotesque little piglet friend!"
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[Laugh] Sticks and stones.
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Sticks and stones that sent you into three days of severe depression.
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Three days of serene reflection.
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Alone in a dark room.
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Anyway, he may have been right about that. I mean why didn't I think of the larynx thing before?
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It's not that obvious.
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It's not that obscure either.
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OK let's go then.
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Let's finish this up first.
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OK.
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OK.
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beagleton
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