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" Unauthorized Cinnamon "

He's gone up with your son

Wants notice when you're ready to serve

I knocked holes in these walls

Confinement gives me 'the fidgets' (agitation / mouvements incontr�l�s...)

Set yourself up comfortable

Let me confide as well, Odell,

that when people only say to me with other words what I have just said to them,

I quickly grow impatient

All right, Sir

Tell me about the gold

I will, Sir�

what little I know to say, hoping you will learn me the rest

This is what they call an 'assay' (test de qualit� d'un m�tal) and metallurgist report

Yes, I've heard of those

Sit down, boy. Sit down

"Third Baptist Congregation, Monrovia Settlement"

The congregation has title to the find

And how are you connected to the congregation?

Odell : I'm First 'Deacon' (diacre : juste en dessous du pr�tre dans la hi�rarchie de l'�glise) , Sir Hearst : I see

Congratulations

Being you were known to me through my mama's letters,

Odell : when the proposals started to come to us-- Hearst : Proposals?

The different English proposals

From Great Britain, you mean?

To develop the find, yes, Sir

I was sent to ask if you'd guide us

Does your congregation conceive some sort of a partnership, Odell?

However you thought we should do

I do take in partners with the understanding that

in dealing with the color, mine is the deciding voice

Dealing with the color, Sir?

The gold

securing and exploiting the gold

Do you want to see the gold now, Sir?

Do you want to show it to me?

They give it to me to show you, Sir

Suppose we oughtn't

let the congregation down

I can't imagine your mother's not nearly prepared our supper

What do you think of the gold?

It makes me hungry, Odell

Harry should be at the meeting

I ain't saying he shouldn't

I wasn't told to invite him

Candidate for public office

Please 'convey' (transmets) to Al that short of being forbidden,

I intend to bring Harry with me

I'll convey that word for word

And what would be my position?

Oughtn't I attend as the livery's new owner?

Hostetler never attended

Prior to blowing off his fucking head, Hostetler was a nigger

Last I looked I'm white!

True, as, uh, far as it goes

I can abstain from attending if that closes the can of peas

Oh, uh uh, you are a candidate for public office with a chance to put the fire wagon on the table

If it's a question of room, shove two fucking tables together!

Room is not the issue, Steve,

if you have to see my down card

I do not 'vouch for you' (me porter garant pour toi), nor presume to bring you uninvited, as I do Harry,

because you are not the same quality person

Meaning I'm not fanatic for fucking fire wagons like Harry and all the other five-year-olds

Anyways I've still got the doc to invite

Is this the quickest way to the cabin here

Tell Al add and extra peach dish

Can you certify the purity of your blood, Steve?

I only ask because your nose is�

'broad' (large)

Take your 'apron' (tablier) off, and consider changing your shirt,

which I fucking suggested yesterday

Will you mind very much if we have our dinner quickly?

Camp business, Dear?

Come to cases. I will get sent to hire guns

quick time,

bouncing in the fucking 'saddle' (selle) and 'howling' (beuglant) at every Goddamn 'hoof-fall' (coup de sabot?),

I put out 'cinnamon' (canelle)

Where?

The meeting table

On whose instruction?

Cinnamon's good with peaches

Do not put unauthorized cinnamon on the Goddamn meetin' table

That's all the fuck we need

It's available as a choice

Which is not your province to offer, Jewel

Well, if food's not my province, then you can make your own fucking breakfast

I had best not come out of this Goddamn kitchen and find Goddamn cinnamon on the fucking meeting table!

'Leg up' (en filant) to Cheyenne by now, I'd be heading there in a civilized fucking 'gait' (d�marche)

Doc! Johnny Burns, Doc!

You remember you, you come to that

that meeting before to set the pest tent up and the like?

And E.B. was made Mayor?

Hey, Doc

You can't talk?

Anyway, Al's got another one of them meetings

You can't come?

Jesus, Doc

All right, all right I'll tell him

you can't come

Anyway, look, I hope--I hope you feel better

My best efforts, Odell,

do not yet persuade your mother to be indifferent to the opinions of others

If it's all right with you, Mr. Hearst, it's all all right with me

This looks wonderful, Mama

Thank you

I suppose you've told your mama about being First Deacon of your congregation in Liberia

I haven't yet had the chance to give her the news

Does your congregation have no 'strictures' (limitations / d�sapprobations), Odell,

against its Deacon drinking?

It does, yes, Sir

Yet the smell of liquor's on your breath

Do I mistake?

No, Sir, Mr. Hearst, you don't

Did you have one drink of liquor, Odell,

from nervousness about our talk?

I admit I did, Sir, yes

Did you drink on the ship from Liberia?

No, Sir

Or coming overland from New York?

No, Sir, Mr. Hearst

Would the liquor I smell then be the first you've ever consumed?

I've had some before, Sir

Prior to becoming Deacon of the Third Baptist of Monrovia or after?

I guess a little of both

Showing gold thousands of miles from its 'purported' (pr�tendue) source to authenticate a find,

I would associate less with our savior's (sauveur) qualities of character,

than Adam's, or someone pretending to his innocence

Before he met the serpent

Hmm

The combative note in that pleases me, Odell,

as against what till now has seemed 'haphazard' (d�sordonn�) and 'sloven' (n�glig�) and 'slipshod' (n�gligent)

in your approach to 'fleecing' (voler / escroquer) me

My mistake was thinking that you'd want your niggers praising Jesus

What the hell are we talking about this for?

Did the assay make sense or not?

Ten dollars'll buy a report that proves a find of pure ore in your ass, Odell

I guess that's why I didn't figure till you'd had someone over there,

we'd be drawing up any papers

Figured this'd be a getting-to-know-each-other conversation,

seeing if we'd want to go any further

Far as I'm concerned, we don't

Calm down

Now just calm down, son

If I have mistook you in some regard,

you'll find I'm man enough to apologize

Now,

just sit down, we'll finish our meal,

and then maybe afterwards we'll take in the camp and,

if you have any vices beyond your drinking, I might even offer you a cigar

How's he doing?

'Holding his fucking own' (il tient bon / il se d�brouille)

�Then I asked, "What good am I to myself or the camp standing sentinel over a coffee pot?"

Was why I cam home

I wish you wouldn't smoke in here

I wish, when asleep, you wouldn't snore and fucking 'fart' (p�ter)

I have no choice about either of those

If I extinguish this fucking cigarette, it'll be in the middle of your fucking forehead

Ah

I'm glad she fucking fired me

I hate that fucking bank

It's the context, I think, that disturbs you, that she's back to using dope

Yes yes! That she's back on the dope disturbs me

And why, even as we speak, your own life 'hangs by a fucking thread' (ne tient qu'� un putain de fil)

What's to become of that child?

Johnny Burns, Mr. Star!

What is it?

Well, Al's called a meeting like the ones you've come to before

Does Sheriff Bullock know?

Well, seemed to me they halfway called it together

All right, I'm coming

Uh, if you ain't get dessert yet,

don't

All right

Al's broke out the canned peaches

All right

The Bullock's could take her

Or we could

You'd have us care for a child?

Now more than previously, Sofia, Mr. Ellsworth will

spend time at the diggings

Did he not come home last night?

I'm not sure, Darling

Possibly he did not

And maybe that's why you didn't waken

I didn't feel his beard

Possibly that's why

But he will be seeing you

And everything will be all right

I gave him a 'foolproof' (infaillible) fucking approach to 'wind up' (en finir) with that woman's claim,

and I could have been shit drawing flies

Hearst is that fucking focused on Bullock pulling his ear

Yeah

All collected but Doc

Where the fuck is he?

He ain't up to it, he says

Uh, cinnamon's out for the peaches

Huh?

That wasn't my fucking doing

Giving Hearst, Bullock is the only move that don't end with the camp in flames

And that one only gets us up to 50-50

It sounds as if Cochran's turned face to the wall

His fucking lungs

There's quite a falling off among the other 'sawbones' (chirurgien ?) in camp

We might put notice in the eastern papers

Once we've ceased our 'weeping' (pleurnichage)

Had he known our 'might' (force) and 'guile' (ruse),

Hearst would have never left the Comstock

Earnie, you got credit for a free tug (branlette?) tomorrow. Let's go

I'll spank it myself

Just watch me

You'll spank it in front of a Goddamn mule team

Sirs, if I might explain

In my vision, I 'leapt' (saute/bondis) from the coach and straight come to see him

Al's got a meeting tonight, Gustave

You can tell him your vision tomorrow

Mr. Swearengen!

It's just as I imagined!

I have something so important to give to you

What?

You mustn't ask me what

And you mustn't ask me why

You must go fuck yourself

And don't speak disgusting to me or answer for Mr. Swearengen what is a very important answer

Let me know when Bullock arrives

Ah

Oh, Tom Nuttall's coming and he's bringing Harry Manning

Bullock!

Guess if you've got a pussy, even owning a bank don't get you to that table

Jesus Christ, easy easy easy easy

There'll be conversations left and right

Don't get too far up there on the fucking 'wrist' (poignet)

Do you want to use the sponge?

That's not the fucking point

You just not be starting length and breadth conversations throughout the fucking camp or territory or so on

Or do I suppose now I take off my fucking undershirt or the like and show my tits 'and so forth' (et ainsi de suite) !?

I'll leave you to wash that part

Who the fuck am I fucking kidding or putting on airs in front of?

I been disrobed in front of every�

'barnyard' (basse-cour) creature that 'hunts' (chasse) or 'pecks' (picore) or rolls in the fucking 'mud' (boue)

Who the fuck should I have shyness before or pride or the like, for Christ's sake?

What difference does it make?

What the fuck do I have to be ashamed of at this late fucking date?

Who cares anyway?!

Now go ahead and sponge my fucking tits and get it over with if that's what you fucking do

It's nothing like that, Jane

Well, what's it like then

I never had a sister

I had two

And I slept with both of 'em

I don't know why God let me or�

if he forgives me when I pray, but

but I'd never hurt you, Jane,

or touch you if you didn't want

I believe that

But I don't want to open my eyes

But you can go ahead and kiss me if that's what you fucking do

What possesses me to buy all of these swatches?

Even though I have no reason why I should!

Because who back at that camp would wear suits of such colors?

But I have learned sometimes if you have a thing,

the reason for the thing is that you have it!

And when I am in New York City, I have a letter from a friend

In the news from the camp, he says,

And Mr. Swearengen has lost the top part of his middle finger to an accident some kind"

And I say, "I will take these swatches to Mr. Swearengen," And,

"I like the look of his vest when he is out in the morning, out on the balcony,

drinking his coffee, and he is very much a handsome man at those times,

and maybe he would like one for his 'stump' (moignon)

Or maybe more

a different swatch for every day, why not?"

Give me your stump

Don't think about it. Just give it to me

Now this corner of the swatch we pretend is the lost child

The little boy goes up the mountain, around the bend, always looking for mama

And where does he finally find her?

Where?

Here she is! Here's mama!

Wrapping herself around you tight tight tight

Mama's got you little Al Everything's all right!

I like that color very very much

Do you?

Please God, come in

Bullock

Thank you, Gustave

Please leave

Before the color, no white man

no man of any 'hue' (teinte) moved to civilize or improve a place like this had reason to make the effort

The color brought commerce here, and such order as has been attained

Yes, sir

Do you want to help Liberia, Odell?

I want to help myself

If Liberia is where my chance is, it's all right with me

Gold is your chance

Thank you, Sir

Gold is every man's opportunity

Why do I make that argument?

Because every defect in a man and in others' way of taking him,

our agreement that gold has value gives us power to rise above

Fond as you are of my mother, without that gold I showed you,

I don't expect we'd be out here talking

That is correct

And, for your effrontery at our meal a moment ago�

I'd have seen you shot or hanged without second thought

The value I gave the gold restrained me, you see�

your utility in connection to it

And because of my gold,

those at the other tables deferred to my restraint

Gold confers power

Power comes to any man who has the color

Even if he's black?

That is our species' hope:

That uniformly agreeing on its value, we organize to seek the color

Just before you and I met, Odell,

the camp's Sheriff released me from a jail cell

That's hard for me to feature

I hate these places, Odell,

because the truth that I know,

the promise that I bring,

the necessities I'm prepared to accept make me 'outcast' (paria)

Isn't that foolish?

Isn't that foolishness?

And old man disabused long ago of certain 'yearnings' (d�sirs) and hopes as to how he would be held by his fellows,

and yet I 'weep' (pleure)

Anyway, Sir,

you want to send someone back with me?

Yes, I do

Yes, I do, son

I want to send you to help your people�

and take this place down like Gomorrah

All being affected, we might consider some facts as a group

I arrested Hearst, acting in the name of the camp

Without the camp's previous fucking say-so

Do you propose that?

Getting a say-so before I do my duty?

Might be a good open

showing Hearst it's off of him

Bullock's tin won't 'placate' (apaiser) Hearst

Give it the fuck back to him

Add to your statement or shut the fuck up

I'm done

Shall I, as Mayor

initiate proceedings by giving my own opinions,

however titular and insubstantial and merely honorific the position?

Which argues against my doing so

How is Hearst likely to answer?

Ought steps to be taken in preemption?

My instinct's to act alone, 'chart the course' (tracer le cours) for fucking carnage

That this would be general among 'em whose parents were so dim as to bring them

the fucking innocents is what give me fucking pause

I invite the suggestions of others against my instinct to send for the guns

As I've expressed to the Sheriff and Mr. Star,

and siding with your instincts, to protect the innocents,

I'd send them from the camp

Then fall on Hearst and his in their lair before they fall on us in ours

As Wild Bill would have done

This is a letter

Who's the fucking letter to? What the fuck is going on?

Last of those Cornishmen murdered

Pasco

His family

Read the letter

"It becomes my painful duty to inform you that Pasco Carwen was killed...

Dan : Stop poking your head out Merrick : ...earlier this week

Jewel : I'm seeing who's using the cinnamon, and Harry Manning is using it plenty Merrick : His body was found in the road a short time after�."

It was not mutilated in any way

His death seems to have been instantaneous as he was stabbed through the heart

Pasco's funeral occurred today and was attended by coworkers and friends who all shared the same high opinion of him

Everything was done by kind hands that was possible under the circumstances,

and a Christian burial was given him

I was not personally acquainted with Mr. Carwen,

'save' (sauf) for one 'encounter' (rencontre) where he demonstrated grief and deep compassion

at the passing of a friend

I knew him by reputation as an 'earnest' (s�rieux) worker

and a diligent believer in right and wrong

His memory I am sure will always be with those who knew and loved him,

among whose number I imagine you as first

A letter from you

which I found in his tent

causes me to convey this sad intelligence to you

Sincerely yours,

Seth Bullock"

What shall I do with this, Mr. Bullock?

What's your fucking paper for?

You fucking publish as witness,

for Hearst and others to read

That's a very nice fucking letter

Mr. Blazanov,

had you much traffic tonight on your apparatus?

Some traffic, yes

I hope your important meeting had a good result

As free men

facing important challenges, we

choose to be optimistic

Sir, I ask you to take me to Mr. Swearengen's place

Well, I

I will, of course, Mr. Blazanov, though

no activity you may contemplate, for example,

the making of friends with is female employees,

requires Mr. Swearengen's personal approval

I wish to see him for another purpose

All right

Shall we go now?

Certainly

Come on

Lovely letter, wasn't it?

Didn't you�

come back sick from one of them meetings?

Last year, from the peaches

Which is why I refrained this time around

Far as the fire wagon, I hater you felt as I did,

the moment was wrong to broach it

My

my throat is all fucking tight

Where did you lay your hands on liquor, Harry?

Harry?

Help!

Harry? Harry!

Help!

Oh.Look, Jack

White lumps on my tongue

Reel it in, for God's sake

I'm so sorry

It's close, Jack

It's very close

I feel it's icy breath

I hear it whispering in my ear

"Forget your name

We go to black"

The downstairs buffet is quite passable

As like to kill you as take passage with you to Liberia,

his man you meeting in New York

If Mr. Hearst wanted me killed, Mama,

he could see it done here

Don't you ever believe you know what'd please that man,

or salt him to come after you

And you look a fool holding that cigar!

I've played on for smaller 'stakes' (enjeux)

And the gold ain't playing

I ain't trying to steal nothing

I'll work my way up the hog

And ain't you sent me out there so I can turn out a man?

I sent you so the hell that was coming here for niggers wouldn't burn you up

There's plenty of fire in Liberia

I can't undo what I done, Odell,

any more than you can, searching out hurt

I ain't searching no hurt out

We all get our portion

We don't need to draw it to us

You hear me, Mama?

I ain't searching no Goddamn hurt out

I don't told you to mind who you talking to

All right, Mama

No bad language

If you'd kept me to raise me, maybe I'd know

He got $742 for you, the little nigger at the livery

And this brooch here too, you can take

I can't find it

I can't find it

Lord Jesus, forgive me!

When I read you had stayed in the Comstock,

I tried to come here quick, be gone before he sent for you to come

I ain't come here to hurt you

I never said you come to do me hurt

So's you wouldn't have to see me

I prayed to see you every day you was gone

My God, Odell, what's wrong with you?

No joy to seeing my boy!

I'm sorry, son

Hush, Mama.Hush

Hush

Oh, do what you think you got to

I couldn't find the right

Hush now, Mama.Hush

I got you now

"Bricks." You see there?

Yes, I see

"Bricks

25 bricks

Stop

Addition to initial order. Stop

First means of delivery. Stop

And, Blazanov?

Do you believe, Mr. Swearengen,

Mr. Hearst orders more bricks?

No

What do you believe?

I believe he orders more humans

Reinforcements

To do harm!

As we saw on our walk

Leave to die in a country strange to them,

men apart from their families, working to give them support

Fuck confidentiality of communications

Why not fuck a woman instead?

I hope so eventually

Now I deliver under seal his message to Mr. Hearst

I'll dispose of this, Blazanov

How are you occupying yourself, Richardson?

I'm praying the meeting went well

Very touching

Now clear your mind of the meeting

and account for the negro with Hearst

They're both in her room

Despite your best efforts, Richardson,

an answer of some ambiguity

Is she with them?

One

One what?

Of them

Is with her

Who?

Aunt Lou

Who is with Aunt Lou?

Her son

And where is Hearst?

His room

Then I will retire to mine

Well, how was the meeting?

I imagine the pool that spawned you

I am filling it with rocks

I am holding shut your 'gills' (branchies)

To prevent you from taking in air

I suppose the meeting went quite well

'I itch' (�a me d�mange)

Dust

No matter how much regularity of cleaning or consideration for the children,

a place like this is filled with dust

He's dead

Chesterton is with us still, though to bring him in the evening chill would be imprudent

We'll bring him tomorrow

When this room is less cold

After the children have gone and before you bring him,

I will give the place a good dust

Then the carpentry will begin

You've engaged the carpenters?

Yes.

He is close to the end, isn't he?

Yes, Bellegarde!

For Christ's sake!

Haunted

'Drafts' (courants d'air) from all over

From the walls, from the side,

'swooping down from the ceiling' (descendant en piqu� du plafond)

I will dust anyway for Chesterton, even though after,

the carpenters come

Uh, the attitude on people leaving definitely stepped forward from the attitude they wore coming in

I mean, no one's trying to 'quarrel' (se quereller) about that

Then what's your quarrel?

I'm asking what was decided

They're publishing the letter as witness

Witness?

A witness in the sense that

Witness the letter

its content

Yeah, the letter's contents is witness that�

Bullock wrote a nice fucking letter

And it proves�

that that's the sort we are here,

the caring sort that would write a letter 'of that ilk' (de cet acabit)

Furthermore, we don't give a fuck who knows it,

George fucking Hearst included

Fucking Hearst especially

Is the witness?

Better late than fucking never, Johnny

Hey! Little Miss fucking cinnamon

I wanna be good

I wanna be good

Good evening

Good evening

For being gone, I

I notice I'm frequently back

I come to kiss her good night

I tried to persuade her you'd done so last night

My beard always wakes her

She said so, refuting me

The thing I did that made you leave last night,

the thing I was coming home to do again�

I pray now 'to forego forever' (y renoncer � jamais)

Not having me in this house is gonna improve your 'odds' (chances)

I started using spirits at 17, Ellsworth,

with no premonition we'd marry

Well, my feeling's that being vessel of purposes not your own,

your eye was out for relief

But glimpsing since how being your own vessel is preferable,

let the pressure come off and you're liable to do all right

You are no pressure

My�

friendly hands'll always be out to both of you

May I interrupt her sleep with this beard?

She'd be so glad if you did

Yes

Cheyenne and Black Hills Telegraph

Yes, all right

Evening

Telegram for Mr. Hearst

Ah, thank you

I wonder if you might remain just a moment while I read it,

on the chance I'll want to answer

Of course

"Additional 'shipment' (cargaison) of bricks."

Yes, Sir

Yeah, this is fine

This is fine

There'll be no answer

This is $20, Sir

It's all right, son

Thanks for doing your job well

You're most welcome

John Langrishe, Al

Come one, Jack

Early finish below?

We'd a meetin'

I ought to have asked you too

What topic commended my presence? 'Reprobates' (m�cr�ants)? The elderly?

Fuckin' Hearst

that took an axe to my left middle digit,

sends for 25 more thugs to take the tool to the whole fucking camp

Why am I fucking optimistic?

Did your meeting find a strategy in counterpoise?

We heard the fucking reading of a letter

Ahh

Writ by Bullock, to a miner's family after Hearst had had him murdered

Exhorting they charge Hearst with the crime?

Never once mentioning Hearst

Expressing sympathy to the family, respect for the way the man lived

We decided Merrick would publish in the paper

Strategy some may call ingenuous, others merely off the point

I sit mystified I was moved to 'endorse' (approuver) it

Mystified, Al,

at proclaiming a law beyond law to a man who's beyond law himself?

It's publication invoking a decency whose 'scrutiny' (examen) applies to him as to all his fellows

I call that strategy 'cunningly' (astucieusement) sophisticated,

'befitting' (qui sied / seyante) and 'becoming the man' (convenable/biens�ante, pr l'homme) who sits before me

Open the place back up!

Tell the whores if their legs ain't in the air,

they'd better be off their asses!

So what progress in your affairs?

Our opening is delayed

And old man is dying

one of my actors.

And�

I'm sad

Oh�

perhaps just the one

In?

'Folded up' (se pliait) on the 'boardwalk' (promenade) beside me like a Goddamn accordion

So you've remarked

I believe I'll take my leave�

You're 'wheezing bad' (respirer avec peine) as me, Doc. Did you get cinnamon too?

�'Lest' (de peur, que/de) I distract from the business at hand

by requesting a fucking drink!

Have you adverse reactions to other food or condiments, Harry?

'Eggplant' (aubergine) 'shreds the roof of my mouth' (mets en lambeau mon palais) if it's any of your fucking business

Irratability at the 'bowel' (intestin), we know you suffer from

You're all right

Don't eat cinnamon anymore

Or eggplant?

Not if it shreds your mouth

Hope you don't mind my 'absconding' (fuite/disparition) with you from your cabin, Doc

No

Campaigning any threat to Harry's health?

How was the meeting?

Oh, it was all right

Um, needless to say, we missed you

I am so glad your mother isn't alive to see you in this condition

Doc, get up here

Not tonight

Tonight. Now

Leave your kit

I'll have Johnny go get it

I'm not gonna leave my fucking kit

I wonder what you think you're fucking doing

I'm laying down before I leave in the morning

I will ask the questions here!

This is my place

Do you think it's yours? It is not

It is mine, bought and paid for

And if I wanted to shit this instant in the middle of this stable, no man, black or white, could gainsay me!

You've already fucked a horse

Nor will I 'stoop' (m'abaisser) to explaining the mistake in that statement,

to a nigger lemur or some other small form of monkey

Where are you going in the morning?

West

San Francisco

I'm hoping that chestnut's owner might go with me

The demon nigger that appeared at the bar

The very same

I don't suppose

knowing I'd be vigilant against theft and intolerant to tardiness

you'd be inclined to stay on and work here

No

Nor would I want to fucking have you!

And do not come and try to murder me as I sleep!

And�

I will not come and try to murder you

Black fucking bastard

What did you want?

Fucking sick, I'm told

I have a chest cold

You're a 'lunger' (tuberculeux pulmonaire)

Fucking samples, Doc

Notions from that tailor as to how we cover my stump

I've believed for the last dozen years that disease is airborne,

and I won't make others sick

No one gets out alive, Doc

Jesus Christ!

The fucking 'gimp' (bo�teuse) finds something useful to do in the fucking 'brace' (attelle) you made her!

Do you think you could treat being Johnny

always struggling to fashion a thought?!

Every fucking night I, that could cut a throat but sleep the sleep of the just,

spend six fucking wakings trying to find a piss pot with my dribble,

and wondering when I got to be so old

Pick a fucking 'swatch' (�chantillon) for a 'spit rag' (torchon � crachats),

use the others for masks,

and go about your fucking business!

I ain't learning a new Doc's 'quirks' (manies) !

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