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| He tells you that's fine, but he can't be responsible for any accidents that happen onset. That's kinda creepy. And the next day right when you catch Paul's eye, a whole bowl of mini weeneys in that red sauce gets dumped on your head. You're mortified, and to make things worse it was published in your school paper and everyone called you the "little weeny lover" | ||||
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