1. 76.
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    are you talkin' to me? are you talkin' to me? are you talkin' to me? ha ! are you talkin' to me?
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  2. 77.
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    what a fucking goin on here what a fuck is this everyone started to talk english here too?
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  3. 78.
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    bu kadar beowulf yeter size amk
    özet: rapçilerden alınma cümlelerle özenti özenti konuşucaanıza açın bi edebiyatını tarihini araştırın bu dilin. azıcık azim amk ergenleri.
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  4. 79.
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    @2 nice fucked
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  5. 80.
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    what's your aim you fucking kunt?
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  6. 81.
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    @64 tevfik fikret
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  7. 82.
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    hey panpas, ı have an idea, if we use just english in inci, high school students probably can not adapt for it(sory for separating can and not also other verbs like is are... the reason why i am separate these words is that i am studying academic english so in academic writings you have to do that)
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  8. 83.
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    your mother zaaaa
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  9. 84.
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    @64 dude, what's the point of your wall of text, w/e tldr
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  10. 85.
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    this is the only verb i know
    fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
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  11. 86.
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    @67 bu bölüm de senin şerefine emmoğlu

    HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings:--
    "I knew him of yore in his youthful days;
    his aged father was Ecgtheow named,
    to whom, at home, gave Hrethel the Geat
    his only daughter. Their offspring bold
    fares hither to seek the steadfast friend.
    And seamen, too, have said me this, --
    who carried my gifts to the Geatish court,
    thither for thanks, -- he has thirty men's
    heft of grasp in the gripe of his hand,
    the bold-in-battle. Blessed God
    out of his mercy this man hath sent
    to Danes of the West, as I ween indeed,
    against horror of Grendel. I hope to give
    the good youth gold for his gallant thought.
    Be thou in haste, and bid them hither,
    clan of kinsmen, to come before me;
    and add this word, -- they are welcome guests
    to folk of the Danes." [To the door of the hall
    Wulfgar went] and the word declared:--
    "To you this message my master sends,
    East-Danes' king, that your kin he knows,
    hardy heroes, and hails you all
    welcome hither o'er waves of the sea!
    Ye may wend your way in war-attire,
    and under helmets Hrothgar greet;
    but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,
    and wooden war-shafts wait its end."

    Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men,
    brave band of thanes: some bode without,
    battle-gear guarding, as bade the chief.
    Then hied that troop where the herald led them,
    under Heorot's roof: [the hero strode,]
    hardy 'neath helm, till the hearth he neared.
    Beowulf spake, -- his breastplate gleamed,
    war-net woven by wit of the smith:--
    "Thou Hrothgar, hail! Hygelac's I,
    kinsman and follower. Fame a plenty
    have I gained in youth! These Grendel-deeds
    I heard in my home-land heralded clear.
    Seafarers say how stands this hall,
    of buildings best, for your band of thanes
    empty and idle, when evening sun
    in the harbor of heaven is hidden away.
    So my vassals advised me well, --
    brave and wise, the best of men, --
    O sovran Hrothgar, to seek thee here,
    for my nerve and my might they knew full well.
    Themselves had seen me from slaughter come
    blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound,
    and that wild brood worsted. I' the waves I slew
    nicors by night, in need and peril
    avenging the Weders, whose woe they sought, --
    crushing the grim ones. Grendel now,
    monster cruel, be mine to quell
    in single battle! So, from thee,
    thou sovran of the Shining-Danes,
    Scyldings'-bulwark, a boon I seek, --
    and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not,
    O Warriors'-shield, now I've wandered far, --
    that I alone with my liegemen here,
    this hardy band, may Heorot purge!
    More I hear, that the monster dire,
    in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not;
    hence shall I scorn -- so Hygelac stay,
    king of my kindred, kind to me! --
    brand or buckler to bear in the fight,
    gold-colored targe: but with gripe alone
    must I front the fiend and fight for life,
    foe against foe. Then faith be his
    in the doom of the Lord whom death shall take.
    Fain, I ween, if the fight he win,
    in this hall of gold my Geatish band
    will he fearless eat, -- as oft before, --
    my noblest thanes. Nor need'st thou then
    to hide my head;- for his shall I be,
    dyed in gore, if death must take me;
    and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey,
    ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,
    with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:
    no further for me need'st food prepare!
    To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me,
    best of war-weeds, warding my breast,
    armor excellent, heirloom of Hrethel
    and work of Wayland. Fares Wyrd as she must."
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  12. 87.
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    vatırzorneym
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  13. 88.
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    fuckin idiots r startin to show up. no surprise for me, since we have lots them here.
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  14. 89.
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    are you sex
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  15. 90.
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    why so serious?
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  16. 91.
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    @68 well im still at highschool but i can understand all stuff in here so its not a good idea.
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  17. 92.
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    @68 good idea you got your şuku now fuck off get out
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  18. 93.
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    your topic fucking fucking fucking
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  19. 94.
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    @77 you motherfucker, i could not learn english until i pass university, which highschool are you going to
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  20. 95.
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    sup ppl?
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