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- How's that signal? - Like Dixon's brain--
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Weak.
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- Keep trying. - Why? There's nothing they can do.
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Not a damn thing.
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Got some people outside the city is all.
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There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream.
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Then she's right. We're on our own.
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It's up to us to find a way out.
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Good luck with that.
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These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear.
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Ain't that right, sugar tizz?
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Hey, honeybunch,