Kendrick sending a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread
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Paul: Hi, I'm Paul
John: Hi Paul, I'm John
Paul: I like your mouth- uh I mean your voice
John: Thanks, I like your mouth too
Paul: We should hang out some time
John: By hang out do you mean stare into each others eyes and write love songs?
Paul: yes
John: okay
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