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 | Josh, I don't know what it is that I did wrong with you. I put clothes on your back, fed you all of that food over the years and look, you're spending our dime on--on, women and alcohol. | |
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| Oh, hey mother, about that... I gave Cyril the documents, but he was too busy going through your stuff and obsessing about his ex to do anything about it. He didn't even mention anything to me. | |
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| Why am I not surpised. | |
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| Wait, a second. You never did any of that! You always sent me out to Lacross Camp, mother! | |
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| Josh, I am not even looking at you. Tell it to someone that cares. | |
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| Typical. | |
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