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| Charlie... I had fun last night. Bu- Bu- But... | |
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| But what, good neighbor Satan? | |
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| Was we supposed to do such things? | |
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| Well, no. Not really. I- I took advantage of your sweet ways. Really, I'm disgusted with myself. Lock me up and throw away the key, they should. I'm a sad, sick, evil man. | |
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