t evening  too bad, I suppose. I  of a c of e so-so seafood in a tourist trap on t, and t complain about just about everytransported by e  seemed co spoil it.

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    Criminals serve time, but  to my friends in B ing, I  a criminal, not really; I elevision presenter  t I ime. It  t in pretending it . You see, tes ually return to tever t errupted; prison o be no impediment, eits and social standing enhanced.

    But you dont return to the middle class when youve been banged up.

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    You dont knock on your friends doors and tell t youre once again available for din