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An arrogant, cold-hearted vigilante stands on one side of the border, while a free-spirited security guard patrols the other side. Oh? You need me to look after your son? Yeah, maybe I could do it. If the price was right. How can you trust me with your own flesh and blood? You are on that side of the border, and I am on this side. When you meet my son, it won't matter. I guarantee you will love Him and want to protect Him. Your son? Okay, can we change the subject?
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
The Need for Pollution
An arrogant, cold-hearted vigilante stands on one side of the border, while a free-spirited security guard patrols the other side. Oh? You need me to look after your son? Yeah, maybe I could do it. If the price was right. How can you trust me with your own flesh and blood? You are on that side of the border, and I am on this side. When you meet my son, it won't matter. I guarantee you will love Him and want to protect Him. Your son? Okay, can we change the subject?
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
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