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Random person: A is cute
Person B: Excuse me? Ex-fucking-cuse me? Cute? C-u-t-e? God was in a good mood when he made this person. Look at them. Look at their face. Look at their everything. You call this "cute"? I'm sure you want to rephrase that because this "cute" person is actually someone that shouldn't exist, they're perfection, my dear.
Person A: *smiles* thanks
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