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| "--and you will not see the boy alive unless I am given the $50,000 by noon tomorrow."
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| Certain as I've ever been in my short, evil ife. | |
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| And this is a good plan? And I wont get in trouble? And it wont backfire? And it's a good plan? | |
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| What do I know? I am a mere child. A babe in the urban woods, cast aside and neglected by a world that chooses not to see me, invalidates my existence at every cruel turn. | |
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| There's gotta be a simpler way to raise the capital for one's own soul-in-a-jar store. | |
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| What tiny legs this ectomorph possesses. No meat on them at all. AT ALL! | |
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