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You've got a point, Stubborn.
It's like
"Hmmm...dah daaahhh doo bee doo... Let's kill chicken pin A and let chicken pin B go to market. That way, no one will suspect a thing. Now, let's just close our eyes, and pretend it never happened. What? Thirty people are dead? In two days? Can't be the chickens, but if it is, who cares. We got paid anyway. Besides, we're having good ol' American beef for dinner."
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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