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- and your new hymnal... - Sister?
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Gifts from the Monsignor himself.
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The-The-These cuffs, huh?
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They're heavy, and they dig in.
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Where's your Christmas spirit, Sister?
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What do you take me for, an idiot? Huh?
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You killed 18 people from five families in one night.
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You might expect to remain in irons for the rest of your life.
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Well, I don't want to be in your shitty picture, then.
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I don't want to be any part of your damn lie.
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Yeah, what lie is that?
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Nothing like a picture of happy, shiny faces