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| Sure, Frank, sure. In fact, I never touch booze anymore, either. | |
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| It wasn't giving me the kick I needed. These days I kill seasoned alcoholics with my bare hands and squeeze their deliciously distended livers into my glass. This fine vintage came from a tramp I bludgeoned to death on the interstate. | |
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| You can run, Frank. But you can never hide. | |
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