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"Saints alike, Jack, I plugged your numbers into an app on my new iPhone
(® along with the rest of the currently known universe, and points beyond, by Steve Jobs) and I see you've walked from here to Rugby, North Dakota, the geographic center of North America!"
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"Right, Dolly-girl. As Roberto says, the good thing about being in Rugby is that what ever way you go, you're headed to the beach. But, I think I've only walked to Shelby, Montana."
"Why's that, Jack?"
"'Cause I'm coming home to you, Fiora..."
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