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| I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong. | |
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| Please, please, take me with you. | |
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| No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. | |
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| Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do? | |
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| Frankly my dear, I don't give a bellowing Baltimore buttfuck. | |
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