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Early afternoon at the Pesticide Convention...
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| Hi, I'm Sister Shawn, and you must be Holy Scott Peterson! I'd recognize you anywhere with that halo! I've head a lot about you, Scott, it's an honor to meet such a perfect son! | |
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| Sister Shawn, the pleasure is all mine. May I tell you how lovely you look? You are an amazing woman, yourself. Will you join me later for dinner? | |
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Later that day at dinner...
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| Hey, Peterson, you're looking fine tonight in your jammers. What's on the menu, hot stuff? Is that your cell phone in there or are you just glad to see me? | |
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| Is that a diamond engagement ring I see? What's it worth? Do you fool around? How do you like your scampi? Sizzling hot, or sauteed to a succulent tenderness? | |
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In the hallway of the hotel...
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| Oink Oink Oink, baby, I love it when you bring me the bone. | |
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