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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.
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Preacher now has a taste for you.
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I'll give you 60 seconds.
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What? Are you fucking serious?
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Starting now.
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Fass!
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Please!