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My age? I'm younger than you!
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My beloved daughter. We were happier after she was born.
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My blood is seething with love and hate! Mind you, those are the ingredients for war...
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My blood onto the ground will be shed!
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My boss is afraid of his boss, his boss is afraid of the minister… And it's the same in any government body. A chain of fear and cruelty.
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My boss said to call the Ministry to receive instructions.
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My brother is a lump who can see only machine tools. I wish I'd won the money. I would've invested it and made it multiply!
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My compliments!
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My comrades were dying of cold and starvation. There was no food! We were so hungry, we dug through the snow in the ravines and harvested frozen…
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My condolences...
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My coworkers are aggressive idiots. My boss is always furious, and those doughnuts he keeps munching on have made him huge.
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My coworkers gave me this when Patrick was born. I had to sand it off, though, because the wooden rings had a bunch of splinters.
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MY DAUGHTER IS SICK
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My daughter is sick and needs medicine I can't get here. It's called Liebespirit.
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My daughter is sick, and she needs a medicine that's impossible to get here - Liberspirit.
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My daughter, Gerda. She isn't working officially, but she does help me with my research.
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My dear wife is always there for me, but it's best to not argue with her.
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My ex-husband was only brave with me.
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My faithful friend.
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My father has been beating me all my childhood. Thought that to be the best way of upbringing.
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My father picked this silly name!
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My father says it's better to fulfill the legacies of the Dear Leader in our great state than to make friends with five butt faces in a neighboring…
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My final speech is to be given to the school kids at the stadium. Feel free to come with your children!
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My freedom is a shadow, and I've long been a dumb vassal of his arrogant will...
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My God! They should not have done that!
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My God! What about your husband?
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My God! What do they want?
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My gratitude knows no bounds.
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My gratitude knows no bounds. Give this to your daughter!
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My gratitude knows no bounds. You saved our lives!
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My gut says he won't like this idea, either, but I don't have the energy or the desire to persuade him otherwise.
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My gut tells me!
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My head.
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My heart bleeds when I think about people who spend their lives trying to produce sounds from different objects.
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My heart is breaking, Carl. They'll kill him at the border! They'll shoot him like a dog, my poor boy!
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My heart is breaking, Carl. They'll kill him at the border! They'll shoot him like a dog, my poor boy!
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My heart is frozen... A sword is poised above my neck...
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My husband is dead!
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My husband is feeling down these days. I hope he hasn't offended you.
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My husband knows what to do!
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My husband will be home soon. You need to leave!
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My husband will bring you the money. Don't worry.
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My job is to make sure the building is quiet.
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My job is to make sure the car is here on schedule! Safety is your concern; broadcasting is the Common Sense Administration's problem!
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My kids will soon be back from seeing their grandma. I'm sure they'd like you!
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My leg hurts like hell at night. Funny, huh? I don't have a leg, yet it hurts.
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My life is a private matter.
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My life is finally coming together, thanks to you.
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