A boy, deeply troubled (you're tearin' me apart!)...*support for son*El Señor Norman Bates*Here's my jacket, it's warm.*Don't you trust me, Plato?*I HAD THE BULLETS!
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Sure I know you'd like to have me, talk about my future...in a million words or so to fill you in about my past. Have I sisters, or a brother? When's my birthday? How's my mother? Well, my dear, in time I'll tell you all those things you ask...but for now...
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