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| (huff, puff) No, thank you. | |
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| Well...what the hell are you way out here running for? | |
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| I don't know... sometimes (huff, puff) I just feel like RUN-ning. | |
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| Daddy, Mommy's gone and dinner's all burned up. | |
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| Oh, hell. Well, if I leave now maybe I can head her off before she makes it to Pottersville and gets lost in rush hour traffic. | |
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