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Parliament
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Liz:
Phia's party is tomorrow. I am spending today making owl cake
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Clive:
OWL CAKE??
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What a hoot!
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How wise of you.
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She'll be rapt-or not?
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Liz:
Oh LOL
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Stop it. You'll make me laugh so hard I'll burst my stitches.
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Clive:
I'd hate you to hurt yourself. You'd have to tal-on me.
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Liz:
Oh god.
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Clive:
and then everyone would stick their beaks in.
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Liz:
Ah. They just. Keep. Coming.