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the moral
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of this story is, don't tell other people how to live their lives.
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Tuesday, March 09, 2004
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because
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galahad and harold had always been a pair of preachy interfering pricks from day one.
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bend
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it like beckham is johnson's favorite movie.
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which
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were to blow that motherfucker galahad to pieces herself.
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she
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relented, and took heed of her lover's requests.
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at
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the penultimate point in her escalating rage...
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in
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a fit of unprecedented fury, regina was barely conscious of her hurt lover's pleadings.
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they
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say violence begets violence, and johnson knew that regina could be easily persuaded to continue to avenge her girlfriend sarge's misfortune.
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as
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regina is a militant lesbian, johnson took great peasure in artfully drawing her attention to harold's macho rantings.
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while
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goody-two-shoes harold was busy bragging about his new fighting technique, regina happened onto the scene.
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from
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out of nowhere, harold appeared, putting an end to their mischeif.
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due
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to an outstanding debt from an old drinking bet, sarge agreed to help johnson exact revenge.
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you
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are only 17, said galahad. do not go where you are not permitted.
