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Running
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off
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over
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next
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door's
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garden
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before
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the
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hour
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is
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done
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It's
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more
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a
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question
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of
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feeling
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than
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it
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is
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a
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question
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of
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fun
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The
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confidence
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is
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the
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balaclava,
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I'm
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sure
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you'll
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baffle
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'em
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good
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Will
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the
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ending
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reek
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of
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salty
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cheeks
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and
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runny
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makeup
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alone?
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Or
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will
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blood
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run
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down
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the
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face
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of
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a
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boy
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bewildered
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and
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scorned
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And
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you'll
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find
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yourself
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in
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a
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skirmish
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where
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you
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wish
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you'd
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never
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been
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born?
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You
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tie
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yourself
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to
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the
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tracks
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and
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there
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isn't
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no
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going
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back
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And
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it's
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wrong,
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wrong,
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wrong,
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but
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we'll
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do
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it
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anyway
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'cause
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we
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love
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a
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bit
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of
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trouble
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Are
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you
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pulling
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her
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from
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a
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burning
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building
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or
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throwing
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her
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to
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the
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sharks?
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Can
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only
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hope
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the
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ending
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is
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as
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pleasurable
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as
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the
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start
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The
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confidence
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is
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the
|
balaclava,
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I'm
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sure
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you'll
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baffle
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'em
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straight
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And
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it's
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wrong,
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wrong,
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wrong,
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but
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she
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cant
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hardly
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wait
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That's
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right,
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he
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won't
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let
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her
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out
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his
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sight
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Now
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the
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shaggers
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perform
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and
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the
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daggers
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are
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drawn
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Who's
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the
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crooks
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in
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this
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crime?
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That's
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right,
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he
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won't
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let
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her
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out
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his
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sight
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Now
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the
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shaggers
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perform
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and
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the
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daggers
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are
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drawn
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Who's
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the
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crooks
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in
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this
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crime?
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That's
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right,
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he
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won't
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let
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her
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out
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his
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sight
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That's
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right,
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he
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won't
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let
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out
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his
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sight
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That's
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right,
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he
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won't
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let
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her
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out
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his
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sight
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Well,
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you'll
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be
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able
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to
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boast
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Of
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the
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day
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of
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the
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most
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flawless
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heist
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of
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all
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time
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You
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knew
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that
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it'd
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be
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trouble
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right
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before
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the
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very
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first
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kiss
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Quiet
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and
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unassuming
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but
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you
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heard
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that
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they
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were
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the
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naughtiest
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She
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pleaded
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with
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you
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to
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take
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it
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off
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but
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you
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resisted
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and
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fought
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But
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sorry,
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sweetheart,
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I'd
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much
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rather
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keep
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on
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the
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balaclava
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