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Mike:
STUPID ERIN
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Erin:
that hurt.
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Mike:
YES
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Mike:
your hurt tingles my earlobes with the sound of a million tiny bells on horses
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Erin:
good.
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Mike:
the sound crinkles and burns and lights up my heartballs
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Mike:
they are oh so satisfied by this symphony of pain
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Erin:
your heartballs are satisified with the symphony of pain?
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Erin:
as if heartballs aren't weird enough...
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Mike:
but yes my little dumpling
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Erin:
if i am your "little dumpling" what the heck do you call nancy?
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Mike:
my tiny gumdrop
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Mike:
my teetiny trinket
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Erin:
OH. OH. SO I'M LITTLE AND SHE'S TINY. ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT???????????
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Mike:
my eety beety truffletrot
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Erin:
i hate your face
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Mike:
calm thyself trinket!
