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I really should get around to crafting myself a new wallet. My current one has lots of little nifty pockets that I fill with things like paper clips, Band-Aids, and thread, but it's water damaged and falling apart. Also, it's roughly the size of a coconut, and that's inconvenient.
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(Saturday, EXT: park)
JH (removing money from wallet): Alright, alright, let's not do anything hasty. I've got twenty... thirty bucks.
RK: The wallet, I want the whole wallet.
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JH: Why? All you'll get is a credit card you know I'll cancel the second you leave, and a white man's driver's license. You have no reason to take the whole wallet!
RK: Just give me the damn wallet, motherfucker!
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JH: The cash is untraceable! You take the whole wallet, you're carrying around a dozen incriminating pieces of my identification. You gain nothing, and it's a hassle for me! Why would you want that?
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RK: I want your fucking wallet!
JH: It's made of duct tape, I can make you one for ten cents!
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