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Upon his arrival to America, Conor begins to meet the country folk.
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| Hey there Zeek!! I'm Conor Foley, new Irish kid in town. | |
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| Well, tarnation sake! Why'd y'all come down here yonder?? | |
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| I was escaping my war-torn country and taking an opportunity to live my dream. | |
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| Well, golly! What er ya gonna do fir a livin? | |
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| I'm a open up an alehouse! I'm gonna call it Foley's Bar and Grill. | |
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| You can never have too many er those, here in New York!! Good Luck fella. | |
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