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Pick an answer, any answer:
The tildes made me do it.
I had to protect the secrets of the sub-basement.
My partner was flying a desk pending the outcome of an IAB investigation.
I got a discount on my order of massage oils.
He was planning to send Vegemite here via Amazon Air, someone had to stop him.
The motel had a particularly intriguing non-disclosure offer.
Minneapolis was along the same route.
It was grammatically incorrect.
No one else wanted to do it.
I needed money to open a new chapter of The Harem in a city that has the perfect ratio of inhabitants for it.
A criminal queenpin might have escaped justice yet again. (Grrrrrrr.)
A carefully yet craftily worded hidden clause in the contract allowed me to do it.
She promised me there were sandwiches back at her place.
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