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May 11, 2004
She loved me. She wanted me every night.

Oh, that was probably just to pass the time; a girl like Kate Connell, she needs a little more. We saw the bruises, Randy. The old bruises, your bruises.

I'm sick of this bullshit, I haven't done anything wrong. Fuck you! You're just a prick in a jacket!

This shit might work on your mama, Randy, but it ain't gonna work with me. Know why? Because I know things. I know that you beat your girlfriend. I know she was seeing someone else.

I dunno. I couldn't get her to tell me.