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"And what about you, Henry."
"What do you mean?"
"You seem like the kind of boy who digs bikes and blonde chicks. The kind who wear shades and leather jackets, the cool kids."
"I'm not."
"So what are you? A junkie? Or a plain old Paul?"
"I'm, I'm just Henry."

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