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| For the last time, this isn't a road trip. I raped your mother, stabbed her in the back, put her in the trunk, attached a 50 pound weight to her feet, and we're taking her to the lake to dump her. | |
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| What? That's the first time you've told me this. | |
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| And the last. We need to pull over, I'm getting the knife. | |
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