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| a bone apart. just because i'm watching napoleon bonaparte played by ian holm, he's a damn good bonaparte. |
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| ten years! am i that old! |
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| a day of surprises. |
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| all is vanity. |
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| i bottle at a time, sweet yayzeus. |
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| after freakin like a jumping bean fen finds the shelter of a low porch a fine place to download. |
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| apple scruff |
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| he's the greatest dancer that i've ever seen. |
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| bridge of salt sighs. |
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| chorvus. |
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| comet's point. |
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| comet's eyes. |
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| copp balances an apple on his nose, then flips it up and catches it. |
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| copp chilling in the rabbit warren swamp. |
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| copp playing in harold's playlot. |
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| corvus chorus. |
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| don't worry, baby. |
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| freakin le chic in the blastipherous ice wind, fen seeks refuge at the neighbors. he does not gain admittance. |
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| he spins and runs like crazy. |
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| fen freakin and twitchin for home. |
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| you got any stash? |
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| i think that fen would make a great emperor. |
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| or the king of the world. |
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| how many treats til spring? |
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| i'm not subject to the rules of common mortals. i'm not subject to any rules. boneapart. |
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| i'm now a humble dog, but once i wanted to be the greatest. |
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| i'm superstitious too. |
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| he is missing the waves. |
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| i had to destroy that regime. napoleon. |
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| i have seen you somewhere before. |
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| i remember when you came like it was yesterday. was it yesterday? |
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| i think i'm going to die. |
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| i think nothing of people, how can i be disappointed? bonaparte. |
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| i want.. what do i want.. you want to be virtuous, don't you? Oh! Yes! and How! |
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| i was disappointed early. |
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| i will bury the world beneath my ruins. bonaparte. |
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| i would do anything. |
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| i think i'll get fen a little napoleon bonaparte hat. |
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| it must be a killer who runs the planet. |
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| obomba's tears. |
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| shall i tell your fortune? |
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| my prince, spring in nearly forty days hence, i'm very sorry. |
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| you needn't give me a caption. i come from the silent era. |





































































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