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| Look, what is this about? | |
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| We've got a guy in hospital, shot through the heart. Says you're to blame. | |
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| Jon? Damn, I thought I killed him! Alright, I'll come quietly. | |
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| I'm not arresting you for that. | |
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| No, you did us a favour there. However, you're an accessory to giving love a bad name. | |
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