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| Well... it's the kids. It's not that I don't enjoy having kids but I don't think we should have anymore. | |
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| I knew you'd be like this. When we first got together we agreed that we'd have at least fifty childeren and now you've changed your mind. You men are so bloody typical. Always agreeing to things just to get into a girls knickers. | |
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| Actually, if you remember I used rohypnol to get into your knickers, the kids were just an unfortunate bi-product. | |
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| Why am I still married to you? | |
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