spoke joe to jack leave her alone she's not your gal jack spoke to joe 's left crashed pal dropped o god alice yells but who shot up grabbing had by my throat me give it him good a bottle she quick who stop damned fall all we go spill and chairs tables the and bitch whispers jill mopping too bad dear sh not yet jesus what blood darling i said
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