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| Well Dad, I'm head of accounts for the entire northwest sector now. How do you like my swanky new executive office? | |
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| Son, every time I look at you, it makes me want to punch myself in the balls and slap your mother. | |
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| So, Abner, how was your visit with your successful big-city son? | |
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| What--you ghost-writing my fucking autobiography or something? | |
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| How was your visit with your dad, Mr. Sanderson? I hope it went well. | |
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| Hmm? I'm sorry, Splet. I must've missed the part where it was any of your motherfucking business. | |
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