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Chlolita, bane of my life, ghoul of my loins. My hate, my fury. Cho-lee-ta: the tip of my fingertips taking a trip of three steps down past your dumbassery, at three, on the delete key. Cho. Lee. Ta.
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When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
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