| Probability | Text |
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| 84% | Santa Claus comes tonight. The more days to count, the even longer wait begins. The suspense of heaven to wait for the dead time to run. Yes, kids all have a way to say their prayers and go to sleep. When they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard will stop by their houses and rough the answer to a wish from the most wonderful magical Santa Claus. | ▶️ |
| 86% | Ready? The end. Check it out. Gotcha, count! Count! | ▶️ |
| 84% | And after a hundred and eight years of life, we've actually got seven o'clock. And there's three Gladys programmatic already, so please even count. Life is on fire! It reads, achievements, even though there's no sound or Cut-Off. You can get outside the yard, changing your own esoteric passion | ▶️ |
| 85% | crmonthly count | ▶️ |
| 85% | N count | ▶️ |
| 85% | count | ▶️ |
| 82% | Bring it on, I gotta count it down Whoa, hey! | ▶️ |
| 84% | Ah, that is right, now try it too! T-H-A-T, that is correct, now slow-fry, count in, slow, happy! | ▶️ |
| 84% | count | ▶️ |
| 81% | I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mama's watch. I turn to cities and salt. I even will I feel like it. With the souls from the girls and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why, why, why, why. | ▶️ |
