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| Hello? ... No, I don't care if there are any other casualties, just make sure she's not breathing when you leave the house. Got it? ... Yeah, a bullet or three in the face will do it. ... Okay, thanks. Uh-huh, buh bye. | |
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| I'll bet. Listen, I just remembered a previous engagement... | |
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