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Silute, Klaipedos Apskritis, Lithuania 
(Mulder talking into tape recorder)
Mulder: Deep Throat said 'Trust No One'. It's hard, Scully.
Suspecting everyone, everything. It wears you down.
You even begin to doubt what you know is the truth.
Before, I could only trust myself. Now, I can only
trust you. And they've taken you away from me.
"The X-Files: Little Green Men"
Mulder: And maybe because I run into so many people who are
hostile just because they can't open their minds to the
possibilities that, sometimes, the need to mess with
their heads outweighs the millstone of humiliation.
"The X-Files: Squeeze"
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★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬★
★★ℳerry ℭhristmas ★
★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬★
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