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 | Go, child, and be at peace with the Lord. Your unfortunate demonic possession is over. | |
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| But... *sob*... mother had to sell me to get enough money to pay you to get rid of the demon.....I have nowhere to go... *sob* | |
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| Actually, your mother traded you for some medals of the Saints to protect herself from the stink of hell.,. and from you... at least, that's what I told her. | |
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| Can I stay with you? | |
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| You can start earning your keep by cleaning out the leaking septic tank in the back... and change into a pretty dress at five.... Father O'Malley prefers both his gin and his girls 'neat'. | |
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| Low cut simple black dress all right with you, or you want topless with pasties?... Mommy liked the pasties... does he do Jello shots? | |
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