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"Right. Anyhow....I hope she brings me a pelt or two. My sparrowhawk needs decoration."
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[i]"...You're a special kind of psycho, ain't you?"[/i]
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"I just don't have sympathy for people who kill others whenever it suits them over anything."
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[i]"So Irina?" [/i]
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She gave JT a dirty look "Wow."
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[i]"She'd do the same 'bout me, chill." [/i]
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"I just hope she's okay." She said, with genuine concern in her voice
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[i]"I'm sure she is, trust me." [/i]
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"...She's the closest I have to a mother. You know that." She said quietly
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[i]"Didn't know, didn't need to. Regardless, she's definitely alright. Ain't nothing stopping that hot ass Italian." [/i]
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"Jesus christ." She said, sighing "If I ever see mini you or mini irina I know why"
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[i]"Chill, I didn't fûck your mom." [/i]
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She just shook her head "So how long am I here for?"
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[i]"Leave whenever, just give this to Irina when you see her." JT passed her a wooden box. [/i]
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"...please tell me this isn't Ye Olde Dicke Picke" She said with a laugh
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[i]"I have a phone for that, kiddo." [/i]
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"I'll have you know I'm an adult now....kinda." She said, getting up from the bed
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[i]"I'm forty, you're still a kid to my people." [/i]
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"Yeah, yeah. I'll give this to Irina." She said, nodding "Thank you." She added, before leaving
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