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"I don't like Paris-Brests. Blah, blah, blah. Too much cream. Blah blah blah".
Well boo-freakin'-hoo to you both.
[stamps feet and storms off to bedroom, slamming door behind him before throwing Astroboy bedsheets on the floor and sweeping all his Star Wars figurines off the dresser]
...not...bloody...fair...harrumph.
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