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My life is over. Poor Maria.
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My main task is to inspire loyalty to our Great State and the ideas of our Dear Leader.
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My mind, honor, and conscience belong to the Great Leader and our Great State!
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My name is Carl. I'm the landlord of this building.
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My name is Carl. I'm the landlord of this building.
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My name is Jeanne Oehrn.
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My name is Khan van Megeren.
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My name is Klaus Schimmer.
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My name is Rosa Ranek. It's nice to meet you.
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My nerves are frayed. If you don't stop threatening me, Carl, I swear I'll shoot you!
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My old man looked for them for two hours straight, then got on to me.
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My oldest son. He's studying to become an engineer. He's a kind and passionate young man.
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My parents forced me to. Their, uh, goal in life was to make sure their daughter was, uh, taken care of.
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My patients need me.
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My pleasure!
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My poor Louisa... My poor Marcus... They won't be able to withstand the rigors of those camps! They're as good as dead...
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My prayers were answered! They're not just alive and well, they're our neighbors!
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My real name is, indeed, Albert Meineke. And I'm here on assignment from the state.
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My real name is, indeed, Albert Meineke. And I'm here on assignment from the state.
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My research on neurolinguistic programming and aromatherapy symbiosis is quite expensive.
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My sciatica is killing me! It's so cold in our apartment!
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My services are by no means cheap. I do only photo diagnosing for free.
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My son died because of you!
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My son is a zombie patriot. He's useless.
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My son is an idiot! He moved to the wrong country, and is completely screwed. I'll have to get him out somehow.
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My son is dead…
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My son is no help.
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My son took them. He wanted to look smart at the university.
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My son wants some money so he can take a girl on a date ($550).
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My son was always sick, and then my husband started having troubles at work. That scared us.
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My son was Andrea Gorchik's friend.
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My son will help me. He went to South Borea!
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My son, my poor son…
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My son. He dropped out of the university, so he's a miner now.
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My Walter is missing! I know you took it! You're always sniffing around...
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My wife and I are diligent citizens and are preparing for it just in case. We've already written our wills.
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My wife and I are supposed to be issued an apartment in section B; we will be temporarily staying at your building.
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My wife and I met as kids. We lived next door to each other, went to the same school...
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My wife asked for grocery money.
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My wife asked me to ask you if you could write a prescription so she doesn't have to go to the hospital.
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My wife asked me to find aspirin for Martha.
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My wife asked me to repair the TV.
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My wife deals with this.
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My wife is upset. We've seen better days...
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My wife needs money to pay for our municipal services.
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My wife played with this doll as a child. Now our daughter does. She calls it Naira, even though that name is more suitable for a cat.
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My wife said the pills didn't work. She wants me to find a doctor.
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My wife says the leaves look like fishtails, but I think they resemble sharp tongues.
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My wife told me you'd asked her about me.
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