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I saw an Orc at the shopping mall the other day; at least, he had every appearance of being Orkish. Where I live, most Orkish types inhabit trailer parks and strictly wear t-shirts with pithy sayings (it must be a societal norm).
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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