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| What is wrong with you, Pat? I ran out in the lot to ask you not to shovel snow on my car! | |
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| Hey! It's not my problem buddy! You want the snow moved ..., move it yourself! | |
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| Come on Pat. You put the snow on my car ... you shovel it off! | |
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| Not a chance, Chris! You are on your own! | |
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| Chris! Pat! The manager called the cops! Figure out how to get along, or we will arrest you both! | |
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| Hey, Sarge ... They told me they'd make nice from now on! | |
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