:44:39
Uh, soy Louanne Johnson.
:44:48
Oh.
:44:51
"l will not go down underground
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'Cause somebody tells me
that death's comin' 'round"
:44:58
Okay, this is another
Dylan poem.
:45:00
Now, is that a code, or does
that just mean what it says?
:45:12
"And I will not carry myself
down to die
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When I go to my grave
My head will be high"
:45:17
"My head will be high."
What does that mean?
:45:22
Anybody.
:45:26
Nobody.
:45:29
ls there something
I should know?
:45:33
Yeah. I'll tell you.
:45:34
You ratted on Raul,
Gusmaro and Emilio.
:45:38
Yeah. You got Emilio
put into detention.
:45:41
lt wasn't none of your
business, chismosa.
:45:43
And you got Raul
and Gusmaro suspended.
:45:45
- Now they're gonna get
their fuckin' asses kicked.
- And you got Emilio--
:45:47
- Hey, I didn't rat on anybody.
- Wasn't none of your business
anyway, you chismosa.
:45:50
- Bullshit.
- Let this--
- Told you she was full of shit.
:45:53
- Snitches get stitches, bitch.
- Do you wanna talk about this?
:45:57
On you, shit. Whatever
floats your boat, teach.