Answer
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On
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a
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dark
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desert
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highway
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Cool
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wind
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in
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my
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hair
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Warm
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smell
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of
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colitas
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Rising
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up
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through
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the
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air
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Up
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ahead
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in
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the
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distance
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I
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saw
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a
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shimmering
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light
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My
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head
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grew
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heavy
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and
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my
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sight
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grew
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dim
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I
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had
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to
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stop
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for
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Answer
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the
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night
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There
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she
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stood
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in
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the
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doorway
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I
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heard
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the
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mission
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bell
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And
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I
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was
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thinkin'
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to
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myself
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This
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could
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be
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heaven
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or
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this
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could
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be
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hell
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Then
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she
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lit
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up
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a
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candle
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And
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she
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showed
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me
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the
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way
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There
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were
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voices
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Answer
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down
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the
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corridor
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I
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thought
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I
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heard
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them
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say
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Welcome
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to
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the
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Hotel
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California
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Such
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a
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lovely
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place
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(such
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a
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lovely
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place)
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Such
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a
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lovely
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face
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Plenty
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of
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room
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at
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the
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Hotel
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California
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Any
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time
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of
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year
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(any
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time
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of
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year)
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You
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can
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Answer
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find
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it
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here
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Her
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mind
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is
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Tiffany-twisted
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She
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got
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the
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Mercedes
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bends
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uh
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She
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got
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a
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lot
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of
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pretty,
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pretty
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boys
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That
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she
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calls
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friends
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How
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they
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dance
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in
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the
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courtyard
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Sweet
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summer
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sweat
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Some
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dance
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to
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remember
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Some
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dance
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to
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forget
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So
|
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Answer
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I
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called
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up
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the
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Captain
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"Please
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bring
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me
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my
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wine"
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He
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said,
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"We
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haven't
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had
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that
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spirit
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here
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since
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1969"
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And
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still
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those
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voices
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are
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calling
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from
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far
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away
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Wake
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you
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up
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in
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the
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middle
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of
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the
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night
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Just
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to
|
hear
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them
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say
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Answer
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Welcome
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to
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the
|
Hotel
|
California
|
Such
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a
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lovely
|
place
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(such
|
a
|
lovely
|
place)
|
Such
|
a
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lovely
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face
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They
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livin'
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it
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up
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at
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the
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Hotel
|
California
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What
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a
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nice
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surprise
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(what
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a
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nice
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surprise)
|
Bring
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your
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alibis
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Mirrors
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on
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the
|
ceiling
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The
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pink
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champagne
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Answer
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on
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ice
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And
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she
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said,
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"We
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are
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all
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just
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prisoners
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here
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of
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our
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own
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device"
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And
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in
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the
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master's
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chambers
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They
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gathered
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for
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the
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feast
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They
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stab
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it
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with
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their
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steely
|
knives
|
But
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they
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just
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can't
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kill
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the
|
beast
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Last
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thing
|
I
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remember
|
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Answer
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I
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was
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running
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for
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the
|
door
|
I
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had
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to
|
find
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the
|
passage
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back
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To
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the
|
place
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I
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was
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before
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"Relax",
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said
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the
|
night
|
man
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"We
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are
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programmed
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to
|
receive
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You
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can
|
check
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out
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any
|
time
|
you
|
like
|
But
|
you
|
can
|
never
|
leave
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Also, should be Bends, not Benz. Yes, really.