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“You don’t remember, do you?” Vicky asked while squinting at me. “Remember what?” “You shot him. Five times, to be exact.” “I shoot a lot of people.”
I can wipe my own ass, thank you very much.” “They wipe your ass here?” Anthony asked excitedly. “Do you have to make an appointment for that service, or should I get stabbed?”