Mine is a pig.
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Jo: So things change. You're born, ya move on, ya die, that's life.
Tootie: They're so perfect for each other!
Jo: Yeah, she makes peoples sick and he cures them.
Blair: The moon was but a chin of gold a night or two ago. And now she turns her perfect face upon the world below. The Moon. Emily Dickinson.
Jo: It’s freezing. Jo Polniaczek
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