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I never sold a single pill in this county.
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I don't shit where I sleep, Mr. Hanson.
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You, on the other hand, have just taken a steaming dump
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right in the middle of my fucking bed.
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You stole my Skulls,
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you cooked up a tainted batch that killed a boy.
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But not just any boy.
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The boy of a state senator. Do you understand?
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You've unleashed a shit storm on me.
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I'm sorry, Mr. Proctor.
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Now...
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I want you to look over here at Preacher.