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*Shrugs*
I will go with the author on this one. Repeating the word numerous times. Each time with the same pronunciation. No variation. Whether he was not thinking or in his cups, he seemed lucid enough to navigate the ponderous poetic patterns of enraged Ents.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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