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into your precious, golden womb?
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You remember his strangling screams...
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when you turned your back on him and walked away?
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You wanted the truth, little lady. Well, here I am.
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So how about you, kissy lips?
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Do you feel that probing around inside you, Michael?
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Lucas, listen to me, please.
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Lucas is not here.
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He's never coming back.
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You feel that digging and scraping
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around inside you like God's dirty fingernail?
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Do you believe in me now, Michael?