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marjoree: squirrel 2 11 10 (2)
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marjoree: oh hai, skwerl
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marjoree: moar skwerl
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marjoree: "They're going to get bigger?" His eyes widened. "But then, how will I ride my bicycle?"
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marjoree: "Man, I had the weirdest dreams last night."
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marjoree: 'Mornin'
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marjoree: “So,” he looked around to see if anyone might be listening, “this table — do you think I could steal it? I think I could. I really do. I think I might, later. I’m gonna. Yep. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
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marjoree: a little sunlight
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marjoree: rawr
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marjoree: gangsta
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marjoree: begging your pardon
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marjoree: Who's peekin' at who?
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marjoree: "Your patio," he paused for another sniff, "smells fantastic!"
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marjoree: now he sees me
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marjoree: now he doesn't
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marjoree: you haz a smell
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marjoree: iz a weerd smell
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marjoree: urp
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marjoree: it's been a while
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marjoree: But - where is food?
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marjoree: mornin'
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