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| I've read all your books, Harry. I really love you...uhm...I mean, your...uh...that is to say...can I have an autograph? | |
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| Sorry, bloke, but I only give those out to little nippers. Pip, pip. | |
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Harry's an anti-American communist bastard.
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| THEN, DIE, HEATHEN! In the name of all that is Christian and good, I will put an end to your Satanic, wiccan ways! | |
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| Bloody--! This is the third time t'day I 'ave been threatened by men in nappies on sticks. America is a sodding wankfest. | |
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