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Alistair Campbell, shadowy puppetmaster, and Tony Blair, liar.
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| That's it, Tony. I've had enough of this. I'm packing my things and leaving. | |
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| But Alistair, without you, who's going to tell me what to say? I can't cope on my own! | |
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| Loo,, Tony. It's time for you to grow up and be a man. Maybe should should try thinking for yourself for a while, instead of just doing what George and I say. | |
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| Thinking for myself? Well, I'll give it a try. | |
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| Tony, would you like some carrots? | |
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