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| Sorry, Butch. I'm gonna have to take you in now. | |
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| But I killed these daisies for you. | |
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| That's... that's sweet, Butch. They're beautiful. But I can't take them. We come from different worlds and... | |
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| You're.... you're so sweet. But I don't have a need for a box of body parts. And unfortunately, my boss would fire me if he saw us together. | |
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| But these are from your boss. | |
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