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And there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods.
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- What's your name, boy? - Jon Snow.
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Your Grace.
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Your Grace?
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Did you hear that?
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From now on, you'd better kneel every time I fart.
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Stand, boy.
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We don't kneel for anyone beyond the Wall.
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So, you're Ned Stark's bastard.
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Thank you for the gift, Lord of Bones.
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You can leave us.
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The girl likes you.