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| Uncle Charlie: I want to talk to you. Young Charlie: You're hurting my arm, again. Uncle Charlie: Come in here with me. Young Charlie: I can't, I've never been in a place like this. |
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| Uncle Charlie: What does it matter where we are? . . . Well, Charlie, think you know something, don't you? . . . | Now look, Charlie. Something's come between us. I don't want that to happen. Why, we're old friends. More than that--we're like twins. . . . | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| . . . You said so yourself. Young Charlie: Don't touch me, Uncle Charlie. |
Uncle Charlie: You've heard some little things about me. I guess you're woman of the world enough to overlook them. . . . I'm not so old. I've been chasing around the globe since I was sixteen. . . . | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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