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Jim from the hospital?
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Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression?
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But then, I suppose, that was rather the point.
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Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle.
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I don't like getting my hands dirty.
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I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse
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of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world.
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I'm a specialist, you see.
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Like you.
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DearJim...
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...please will you fix it for me
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to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?