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Kyle.
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Hey, text from Lloyd.
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Seven?
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That's craps. They're in trouble.
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Stay here.
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I don't know how legitimate it is, bro,
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but just keep your head in a swivel and call me ASAP.
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On your knees!
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Back off!
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Or I will snap her neck!
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I said get on your knees and put your hands behind your head.
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Let her go or I'll split the freakin' unibrow in five seconds.