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Okay, just walk in, enter the book, and smile. She won't even know it's late, unless she scans it.
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Yeah, I think about early retirement, buying a little piece of land, thinking about finally writing my book. Hey, Carmen! What does this look like, a chit-chat club? Stop looking at dick pics and maybe you'll actually get some police work done! I'm thinking it's gonna be about a girl. Well, a woman. Can't say girl anymore.
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You ever wonder what all this is for, Jeb? You know, like, the cattle, the trail, the endless miles. Ain't no easy answer to that, Slim. Maybe it's just about finding something worth riding for. Or maybe it's just about riding itself.
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Oh kids! Get in here! I've finally done it. The Fabricator 3000 washes, folds, and obliterates static cling. Well, science always leaves a mark.
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I know you've been handing out pies with extra cheese, Vin. Don't worry. Just don't forget mine. I wouldn't want to have to make things crusty for you.
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Great Scott a fresh face Still attached to his body. Mmm. That's quite a rare sight on this hellhole island Aha, a new variable has entered the equation. I Hope you're more stable than my last experiment some imp hunter of sorts anyways