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Uma[excited]: Mal, I wrote you a poem.

Mal[surprised]: ok let's hear it.

Uma: ♪twinkle twinkle little star, I wanna hit you with a car. Throw you from a tree so high, break your neck I hope you die. Twinkle twinkle–

Mal: *cuts her off* alright I've heard enough.

Mal: thanks I guess

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