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Frank Slade:
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But
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not
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a
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snitch.
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Mr. Trask:
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Excuse
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me?
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Slade:
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No,
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I
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don't
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think
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I
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will.
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Trask:
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Mr.
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Slade.
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Slade:
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This
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is
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such
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a
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crock
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of
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sh##
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Trask:
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Please
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watch
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your
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language,
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Mr.
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Slade.
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You
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are
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in
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the
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Baird
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School
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not
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a
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barracks.
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Mr.
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Sims,
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I
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will
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give
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you
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one
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final
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oppurtunity
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to
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speak
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up.
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Slade:
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Mr.
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Sims
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doesn't
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want
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it.
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He
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doesn't
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need
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to
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be
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labeled:
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"Still
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worthy
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of
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being
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a
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'Baird
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Man.'"
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What
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the
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hell
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is
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that?
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What
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is
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your
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motto
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here?
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"Boys,
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inform
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on
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your
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classmates,
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save
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your
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hide"
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--anything
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short
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of
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that
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we're
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gonna
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burn
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you
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at
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the
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stake?
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Well,
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gentlemen,
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when
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sh##
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hits
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the
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fan
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some
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guys
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run
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and
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some
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guys
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stay.
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Here's
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Charlie
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facing
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the
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fire;
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and
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there's
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George
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hidin'
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in
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big
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Daddy's
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pocket.
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And
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what
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are
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Character
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Word
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you
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doin'?
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You're
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gonna
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reward
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George
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and
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destroy
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Charlie.
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Trask:
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Are
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you
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finished,
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Mr.
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Slade?
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Slade:
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No,
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I'm
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just
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gettin'
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warmed
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up.
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I
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don't
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know
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who
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went
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to
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this
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place,
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William
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Howard
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Taft,
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William
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Jennings
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Bryan,
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William
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Tell
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-- whoever.
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Their
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spirit
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is
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dead
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-- if
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they
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ever
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had
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one--
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it's
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gone.
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You're
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building
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a
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rat
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ship
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here.
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A
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vessel
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for
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sea
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goin'
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snitches.
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And
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if
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you
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think
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you're
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preparing
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these
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minnows
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for
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manhood
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you
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better
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think
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again.
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Because
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I
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say
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you
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are
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killing
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the
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very
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spirit
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this
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institution
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proclaims
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it
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instills!
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What
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a
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sham.
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What
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kind
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of
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show
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are
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you
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guys
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puttin'
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on
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here
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today.
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I
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mean,
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the
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only
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class
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in
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this
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act
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is
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sittin'
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next
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to
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me.
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And
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I'm
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here
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to
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tell
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ya
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this
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boy's
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soul
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is
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Character
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Word
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intact.
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It's
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non-negotiable.
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You
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know
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how
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I
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know?
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Someone
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here
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-- and
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I'm
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not
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gonna
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say
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who --
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offered
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to
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buy
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it.
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Only
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Charlie
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here
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wasn't
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sellin'.
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Trask:
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Sir,
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you
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are
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out
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of
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order!
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Slade:
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Outta
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order?
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I'll
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show
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you
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outta
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order!
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You
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don't
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know
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what
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outta
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order
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is,
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Mr.
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Trask!
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I'd
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show
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you
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but
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I'm
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too
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old;
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I'm
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too
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tired;
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I'm
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too
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f###in'
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blind.
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If
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I
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were
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the
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man
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I
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was
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five
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years
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ago
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I'd
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take
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a
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FLAME-THROWER
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to
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this
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place!
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Outta
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order.
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Who
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the
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hell
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you
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think
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you're
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talkin'
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to?
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I've
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been
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around,
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you
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know?
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There
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was
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a
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time
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I
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could
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see.
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And
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I
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have
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seen
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boys
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like
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these,
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younger
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than
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these,
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their
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arms
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torn
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out,
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their
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legs
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ripped
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off.
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But
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there
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isn't
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nothin'
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like
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the
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Character
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Word
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sight
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of
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an
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amputated
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spirit;
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there
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is
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no
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prosthetic
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for
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that.
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You
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think
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you're
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merely
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sendin'
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this
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splendid
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foot-soldier
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back
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home
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to
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Oregon
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with
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his
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tail
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between
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his
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legs,
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but
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I
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say
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you
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are
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executin'
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his
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SOUL!!
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And
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why?!
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Because
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he's
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not
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a
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Baird
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man!
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Baird
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men,
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ya
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hurt
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this
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boy,
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you're
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going
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to
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be
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Baird
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Bums,
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the
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lot
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of
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ya.
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And
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Harry,
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Jimmy,
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Trent,
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wherever
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you
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are
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out
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there,
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F###
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YOU,
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too!
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Trask:
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Stand
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down,
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Mr.
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Slade!
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Slade:
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I'm
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not
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finished!
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As
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I
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came
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in
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here,
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I
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heard
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those
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words,
|
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"cradle
|
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of
|
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leadership."
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Well,
|
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when
|
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the
|
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bough
|
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breaks,
|
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the
|
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cradle
|
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will
|
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fall.
|
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And
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it
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has
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fallen
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here;
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it
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has
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fallen.
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Makers
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of
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men;
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creators
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of
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leaders;
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be
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careful
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what
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kind
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of
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leaders
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you're
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producin'
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here.
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