My
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wife
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used
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to
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say
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I'm
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a
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hard
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man
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to
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know,
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like
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a
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closed
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book.
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Complained
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about
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it
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all
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the
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time.
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She
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was
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beautiful.
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Gosh,
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I
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loved
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her.
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I
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just
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didn't
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know
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how
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to
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show
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it,
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that's
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all.
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I
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killed
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her,
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Red.
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I
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didn't
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pull
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the
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trigger,
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but
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I
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drove
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her
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away.
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And
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that's
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why
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she
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died --
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because
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of
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me;
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the
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way
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I
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am.
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That
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don't
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make
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you
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a
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murderer.
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Bad
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husband,
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maybe.
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Feel
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bad
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about
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it
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if
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you
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want
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to,
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but
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you
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didn't
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pull
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the
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trigger.
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No.
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I
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didn't.
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Somebody
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else
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did,
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and
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I
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wound
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up
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in
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here.
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Bad
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luck,
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I
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guess.
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Ya.
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It
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floats
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around.
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Gotta
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land
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on
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somebody.
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It
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was
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my
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turn,
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that's
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all.
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I
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was
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in
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the
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path
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of
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the
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tornado.
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I
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just
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didn't
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expect
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the
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storm
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would
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last
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as
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long
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as
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it
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has.
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You
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think
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you'll
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ever
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get
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out
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of
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here?
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Me?
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Ya.
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One
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day,
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when
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I've
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got
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a
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long
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white
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beard
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and
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two
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or
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three
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marbles
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rolling
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around
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upstairs,
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they'll
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let
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me
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out.
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Tell
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you
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where
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I'd
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go.
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Zihuatanejo.
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Zihuat...?
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Zihuatanejo.
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It's
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in
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Mexico.
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Little
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place
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on
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the
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Pacific
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Ocean.
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You
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know
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what
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the
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Mexicans
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say
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about
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the
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Pacific?
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No.
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They
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say
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it
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has
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no
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memory.
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That's
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where
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I
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wanna
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live
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the
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rest
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of
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my
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life.
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A
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warm
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place
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with
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no
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memory.
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Open
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up
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a
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little
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hotel
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right
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on
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the
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beach.
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Buy
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some
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worthless
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old
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boat
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and
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fix
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it
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up
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new.
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Take
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my
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guests
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out
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charter
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fishing.
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Zihuatanejo.
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You
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know,
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a
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place
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like
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that,
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I
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could
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use
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a
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man
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who
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knows
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how
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to
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get
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things.
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I
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don't
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think
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I
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could
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make
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it
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on
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the
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outside,
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Andy.
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I've
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been
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in
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here
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most
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of
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my
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life.
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I'm
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an
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institutional
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man
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now,
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just
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like
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Brooks
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was.
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Well,
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you
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underestimate
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yourself.
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I
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don't
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think
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so.
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In
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here
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I'm
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the
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guy
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who
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can
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get
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things
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for
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you,
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sure,
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but
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outside
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all
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you
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need
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is
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the
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Yellow
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Pages.
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Heck,
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I
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wouldn't
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even
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know
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where
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to
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begin.
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Pacific
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Ocean?
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Nonsense.
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About
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scare
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me
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to
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death,
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somethin'
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that
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big.
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Not
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me.
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I
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didn't
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shoot
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my
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wife
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and
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I
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didn't
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shoot
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her
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lover,
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and
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whatever
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mistakes
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I
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made
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I've
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paid
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for
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them
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and
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then
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some.
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That
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hotel,
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that
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boat --
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I
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don't
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think
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that's
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too
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much
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to
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ask.
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I
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don't
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think
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you
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oughta
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be
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doing
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this
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to
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yourself,
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Andy.
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This
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is
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just
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silly
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pipedreams!
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I
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mean
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Mexico
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is
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way
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the
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heck
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down
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there,
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and
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you're
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in
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here,
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and
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that's
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the
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way
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it
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is!
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Ya.
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Right.
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That's
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the
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way
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it
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is.
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It's
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down
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there,
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and
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I'm
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in
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here.
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I
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guess
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it
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comes
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down
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to
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a
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simple
|
choice,
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really.
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Get
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busy
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living
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or
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get
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busy
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dying.
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The
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Shawshank
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Redemption
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