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| But, Billy, where are you going? | |
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| I must leave, my highly adictive friend. MCLA is just a place I visit now. | |
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| But if you leave who will drop me on the floor with the rest of the ashtray? No one spilled cigarettes like you, Bill. You were king! | |
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| Is that a tear in your eye. | |
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