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Somewhere downtown Boston on a very bright and sunny Tuesday morning ...
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| Hey, fucker ... is your name Sam Wescott? | |
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| Uh, no ... why do you ask? | |
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| SHIT! FUCK! GODDAMN GPS LED ME TO THE WRONG FUCKING SOUL ONCE AGAIN! WHY CAN'T THERE BE A FUCKING GOOGLE SOUL FINDER, HUH!!!!???? | |
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Not very many people can pull the wool over Satan's eyes and live to tell about it ....
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| Well, sorry .... gotta go now. | |
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| Hey, waitaminute! Why are you covering up your name-tag like that! | |
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