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| Hey Giles... | |
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| Uhh...yeah? | |
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| I f#*ked Henrickson last night. He rode me like a pony. | |
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| I...uh...I...uhhh | |
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| It's okay, Giles. I know. I know. Hail to the king, baby. | |
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