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| I'm afraid I'm going to have to apprehend you, Katelyn | |
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| Why? For What? What did I do? | |
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| You're under arrest for stealing my heart. | |
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| Wait. What the hell is going on here? | |
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Moments aftair Katelyn slaps me...
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| No, no it doesn't And now, if you'll excuse me...I'm going to cry myself to sleep. Good day. | |
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