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"GW, where the hell are you that you aren't answering your email? You promised to let me know beforehand if you wound up hitting another one of those camps, remember? Remember that little promise you made me about not heading off without letting me know where you were going, just in case it turned into Libya, The Sequel? ... I'm going to kill you if you forgot. Call me as soon as you hear this. Pete's back. Dom needs to be here. It's... a really long story."
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"GW, damn it. You are not supposed to be entirely out of touch. This is bad precedent. Call me. I need Dom in New York."
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"You had better be dead in a ditch somewhere. Call me."
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"I'm going to blow up every single one of your voicemails. I swear. Boom go the voicemails. CALL ME!"
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"George. Washington. BRIDGE. PICK UP THE GODDAMNED PHONE."
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"GW, damn it... please call me. I need Dom to be in New York. Yesterday. And I... I really need to talk."