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Uh, voicemail again.
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I suppose y'all could come back later.
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I think we both know that's not gonna happen.
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Ok, let's go. Shh. Keep quiet.
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Where's Stephen? She took him away.
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Is that because he wouldn't go to the carnival?
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I said you'd see him. Get in there.
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Shh. Shut up.
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I guess you got your warrant.
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And ground-penetrating radar.
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We will find where you buried them.
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Will that hurt the roses?