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What do you say you called this all along?
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I'm not saying anything.
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Except Oliver brought me a laptop riddled with bullet holes,
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Had me trace a black arrow,
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and research a company involved in armored car heists.
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I may be blonde, but I'm not that blonde.
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Yeah, Oliver's not too great with the cover stories.
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Neither are you.
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The two of you with that whole
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energy drink hangover cure? Please.
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What was really in that vial, anyway?
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- Vertigo. - I knew it!