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About two weeks after Kennedy was assassinated.
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Talking of which, Frank,
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I'm starting to remember more and more who I am
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and who I was and the weapons I made.
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My God, it really is amazing.
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How efficiently those boys from MI6, may God bless 'em...
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But you know something, Frank?
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They really do throw us away. Don't they, old sport?
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When we're no longer convenient, I suppose.
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As though we'd never given them the best years of our lives.
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Bit of a joke, really.
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Yes, very strange.