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Won't you take a trip with us?
That's a lot of G's!
Get off of my lawn.
The doctor will see you now.
What's the prognosis, doc?
All year long, baby.
Mi Eikasia es su casia
Sand, brambles, and sludgey tones: wouldn't have it any other way.
For real, it's existence.
Are you sure this is Purgatory?
