[Benson swirls the last dredges of whiskey around in his glass, tilting his head as he looks into it. It's as if he's trying to see if he can find something in it.]
It's a scam, you know? Setting up a single day for love. What kind of crap is that? It's a dirty, rotten scam.
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[Benson swirls the last dredges of whiskey around in his glass, tilting his head as he looks into it. It's as if he's trying to see if he can find something in it.]
It's a scam, you know? Setting up a single day for love. What kind of crap is that? It's a dirty, rotten scam.