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“Then he (Tangerine) reaches into a pocket and pulls out a different gun. "I do have this," he says somewhat sheepishly. "Where'd you get that?" "One of those guys holding the kid had it. I thought it was cute so I took it." "Cute? Guns aren't cute. It's not like they have Thomas stickers on them. Thomas and Friends is for kids. Cute stuff and gun stuff are totally separate.”

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