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Yeah. You know her?
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That's my daughter.
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Seriously? That girl got an ass--
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Relax, Sherlock. I'm just playin'.
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All right.
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As long as we're clear that my daughter's off-limits.
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Yeah. You pack a little punch there for a writer.
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There's my guy.
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Nah, you stay here.
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Keep an eye out.
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- You okay? - I got a name.
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What happened in there? Did you kill him?