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 | Oh I cant stand it anymore Im sick of running from the truth....marry me Donald! |  |
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 | Steve you are drunk...you dont mean it |  |
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 | I mean it Donald, I love you and I dont care if thats right or wrong |  |
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 | ohh but we will burn in hell...and well...you havent given me a ring? |  |
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 | why do I need to ring you, you are right here in front of me Donald, gee maybe you are too old and senile? |  |
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 | Oh Steve why do you hurt me so? why am I so in love with a drunken swine?! |  |
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