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| Well, he ain't no good to you, Candy. And he ain't no good to himself. Why'n't you shoot him, Candy? | |
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| Well-hell! I had him so long. had him since he was a pup. I can't do that. | |
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| Look, Candy. This old dog just suffers hisself all the time. If you was to take him right in the back of the head, he'd never know what hit him. | |
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