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| Of course I love you. I'll leave my wife, I promise you. Love you. No, really, I do. She means nothing to me, the slag. You're the one for me, honest. | |
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| That's right, bud! I've been recording all your calls, and if you don't give me the keys to the liquor cabinet right now, I'm telling your wife everything! | |
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