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| Harold, get out from behind the tree. | |
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| I'm not Harold. I'm a tree. An innocent tree, who deserves to be called a tree and not have attention paid towards him. | |
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| I know it's you harold. Why else would a christmas tree be in the midde of a forest? | |
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| Alright, alright. I'll come out. | |
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