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Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

So It's A Coincidence. Just Like You Said. Two Rich Parents With Two Rich Kids At The Same School. They're Both Killed In Accidents. Why Are You So Interested?" "because I Don't Like Coincidence," Blunt Replied. "in Fact, I Don't Believe In Coincidence. Where Some People See Coincidence, I See Conspiracy. That's My Job.

We Have An Hour Before We Have To Leave," Cray Said. "so I Thought I Might Tell You A Little About Myself. I Thought It Might Pass The Time." "i'm Not Really All That Interested," Alex Said.

There Are Many Things In Life That Cannot Be Explained.

There Are Problems And There Are Children. It Is Our Aim To Separate The Two.