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Late Saturday evening ...
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| You know the deal. Fork over the keys. | |
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| Sure, here you go. But - couldn't you just stay awhile and ... talk? | |
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| You know I'd love to stay and felch you with my thorny crown, but I've got a world to save, several_appearances_to make, and so forth. | |
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