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Excuse me bunty and bubbly, tamika the tramp flirted not me. Because that would be disgusting. No cheendakhaaaa is dead for real. I saw his poor legs laid out on the table. Managed to save his lil head and bury it under your pillow. Sweet dreams. Hahaha. Or nightmares. I blame you. U ne'er let him near your pond. He was on his way to a new home when the tragedy struck. Poor lil fella. I loved him.