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| Police? | |
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| Yeah, you know, police. The cops, the fuzz, the men in blue, the pigs, the LAW. I parked 'em in the library. They know you're here, so you can't use the Aruba story again. | |
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| How did they know I was here? | |
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| The Wentworths told them. Apparently, they bugged your phone in the library while they were waiting for you yesterday and heard you call that 900 number this morning asking to be spanked like a little girl. | |
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| Dammit all to HELL! | |
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