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Bluekait said:
toi filthy Mudblood! toi starvelling, toi eel-skin, toi dried neat’s-tongue, toi bull’s-pizzle, toi stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, toi sheath, toi bow-case, toi vile standing tuck! That tronc of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Let's see, I've walked the dog, cleaned my room, gone shopping and gossiped with my friends...Nope, this liste doesn't say that I'm required to talk to you. The Village just called. They a dit they were missing their town idiot, I couldn't really understand them, but I think they were saying the name was yours. If toi ran 1,000,000 miles to see the boy/girl of your dreams, what would toi say when toi got there? Wow, toi looked a lot hotter from a distance! toi must be the arithmetic man -- toi add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. toi occasionally stumble over the truth, but toi quickly pick yourself up and carry on as if nothing happened.
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