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You're dreamin'.
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You ok, Roy?
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I'm OK.
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Yeah, I'm ok.
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You know...
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"Men heap together the mistakes of their lives
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and create a monster they call destiny."
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John Hobbes.
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They didn't find your credentials at any of the residences.
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The blood at the house was Foyet's.
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Reid guessed low. The coroner said it was 4 quarts.
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Hotch, how is that possible? He'd be dead.