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| So you're quite sure you're ready to confront your daughter's killer? | |
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| Eh, sure. My next shift doesn't start for another half-hour or so. Besides, it's either this, or I could go across the street and have a stranger lap booze out of my gaping vagina. | |
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| Ma'am, I must remind you that we're dealing with a most vile and sinister villain here. A heart that is not pure with God's love may be ill-prepared for the abominations that wait beyond this door. | |
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| I work at a fuckin' Arby's. What is it I'm hanging onto here, my sanity? | |
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| SMOKY?! Y-You killed OUR daughter?! | |
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