She's got stickers on her locker And the boys' numbers there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers Well, every morning I deliver the news...
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Whoo!
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You know what? Tell him I'll be there sharply at go-fuck-yourself o'clock.
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Yes, okay.
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Good day.
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Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip, get your camera No, no, no! Yes, yes. You said that thing ticks. But not for days. The bitch who wants to compete and I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and You know what your bitch become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treating Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian She know where I get mine from, and the season You hungry? I got a sandwich I didn't finish.
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All right... we've got some scumbags to visit, huh?
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We sent out alerts to airports, train stations.
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Yeah... but less mental stability.
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That was...
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This will go fast. When I pull the alarm, the crowd will head towards the two exits. He will head toward the nearest one, which is northeast. I will bump into him. I will grab the cell, place the bug in it, tell him he dropped the phone. It's something I like to call a "cop drop".
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...you just start to wonder if there's anybody good anymore and...
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- All right, sweetheart, you're out. - Sorry. - I'm a pony! - Sorry.
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- All right. - The ship's coming in. Time to lock and load. Okay, here we go.
