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| Hey man, you got any weed...or heroin? Heheh... | |
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| No! Now why would I have that? | |
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| Well man, heh, I figured you were a sicko just like me...ya know, hanging out in cementaries and all. Heheh | |
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| Why do I always get that...I'm an artist, searching for a muse for my potraits, in this graveyard. | |
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| Sure man, whatever floats yer boat. I'm actually an undercover cop, heh, and I help children find their parents. Er...anyway, gotta go! | |
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