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Bluekait said:
te filthy Mudblood! te starvelling, te eel-skin, te dried neat’s-tongue, te bull’s-pizzle, te stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, te sheath, te bow-case, te vile standing tuck! That tronco 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 budino 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 lista doesn't say that I'm required to talk to you. The Village just called. They detto they were missing their town idiot, I couldn't really understand them, but I think they were saying the name was yours. If te ran 1,000,000 miles to see the boy/girl of your dreams, what would te say when te got there? Wow, te looked a lot hotter from a distance! te must be the arithmetic man -- te add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. te occasionally stumble over the truth, but te quickly pick yourself up and carry on as if nothing happened.
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