Answer
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"This
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is
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a
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song..."
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"This
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is
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uhhh,
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this
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is
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a
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new
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song..."
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"It's
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through
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the
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eyes
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of
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one
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of
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the
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greatest
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people
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alive,
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I
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feel..."
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"The
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Lunchlady"
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Woke
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up
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in
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the
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morning
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Put
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on
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my
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new
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plastic
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gloves
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Served
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some
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reheated
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salisbury
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steak
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With
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a
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little
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slice
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of
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love
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Got
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no
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clue
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what
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the
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chicken
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pot
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pie
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is
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made
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of
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Just
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know
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everything's
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doing
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fine
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Down
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here
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in
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Answer
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Lunchlady
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Land
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Well,
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I
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wear
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this
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net
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on
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my
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head
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'Cause
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my
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red
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hair
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is
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fallin'
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out
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I
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wear
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these
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brown
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orthopedic
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shoes
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'Cause
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I
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got
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a
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bad
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case
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of
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the
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gout
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I
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know
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you
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want
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seconds
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on
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the
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corndogs
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But
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there's
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no
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reason
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to
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shout
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Everybody
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gets
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enough
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food
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Down
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here
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in
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Lunchlady
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Land
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Well,
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yesterday's
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meatloaf
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is
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today's
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sloppy
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joes
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And
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my
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breath
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reeks
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of
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tuna
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Answer
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And
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there's
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lots
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of
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black
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hairs
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coming
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out
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of
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my
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nose
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In
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Lunchlady
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Land
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your
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dreams
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come
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true
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Clouds
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made
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of
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carrots
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and
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peas
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Mountains
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built
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of
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shepherds
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pie
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And
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rivers
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made
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of
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macaroni
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and
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cheese
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But
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don't
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forget
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to
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return
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your
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trays
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And
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try
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to
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ignore
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my
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gum
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disease
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No
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student
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can
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escape
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the
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magic
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of
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Lunchlady
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Land
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders,
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders
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Answer
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders
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Navy
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beans,
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navy
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beans,
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navy
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beans
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders
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Hoagies
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&
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Grinders
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Navy
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beans,
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navy
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beans
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Meatloaf
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sandwich
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Sloppy
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joe,
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slop,
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sloppy
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joe
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Sloppy
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joe,
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slop,
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sloppy
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joe
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Sloppy
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joe,
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slop,
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sloppy
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joe
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Sloppy
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joe,
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slop,
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sloppy
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joe
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Well
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I
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dreamt
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one
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morning
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that
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I
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woke
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up
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to
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see
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All
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the
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pepperoni
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pizza
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was
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a-looking
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at
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me
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It
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screamed,
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"why
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do
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you
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burn
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me?
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And
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Answer
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serve
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me
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up
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cold?"
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I
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said,
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"I
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got
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the
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spatula
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Just
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do
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what
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you're
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told"
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Then
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the
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liver
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&
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onions
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Started
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joining
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the
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fight
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And
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the
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chocolate
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pudding
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Pushed
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me
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with
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all
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its
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might
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And
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the
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chopped
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suey
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slapped
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me
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And
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it
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kicked
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me
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in
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the
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head
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"It's
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called
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revenge
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Lunchlady"
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Said
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the
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garlic
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bread
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I
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said,
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"What
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did
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I
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do
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to
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make
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you
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all
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so
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mad?"
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They
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Answer
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said,
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"you
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got
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flabby
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arms
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And
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your
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breath
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is
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bad"
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Then
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the
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green
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beans
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said,
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"You
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better
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run
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and
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hide"
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But
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then
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my
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friend
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sloppy
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joe
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came
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And
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joined
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my
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side
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He
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said,
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"If
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it
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wasn't
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for
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the
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Lunchlady
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The
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kids
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wouldn't
|
eatcha
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You
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should
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be
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shakin'
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her
|
hand
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And
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sayin'
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pleased
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to
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meet
|
ya
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She
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gives
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you
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a
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purpose
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And
|
she
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gives
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you
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a
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goal
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You
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should
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Answer
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be
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kissin'
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her
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feet
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And
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kissin'
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her
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mole"
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Now
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all
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the
|
angry
|
foods
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Just
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leave
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me
|
alone
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And
|
we
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all
|
live
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together
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In
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a
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happy
|
home
|
Thanks
|
to,
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Sloppy
|
joe,
|
slop,
|
sloppy
|
joe
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Sloppy
|
joe,
|
slop,
|
sloppy
|
joe
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Sloppy
|
joe,
|
slop,
|
sloppy
|
joe
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Sloppy
|
joe,
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slop,
|
sloppy
|
joe
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Well,
|
me
|
and
|
sloppy
|
joe
|
got
|
married
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We
|
got
|
six
|
kids
|
and
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we're
|
doing
|
just
|
fine
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Down
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in
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Lunchlady
|
Land
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