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| Hey Bistre. What's the matter? | |
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| Really? I thought that I was cognizant about all of your problems. | |
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| That's nonsense! You don't know half the things about me. | |
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| Sure I do. Your name is Bistre, you live in that can, you were abducted by aliens, and you like to talk about the fluctuation in the stock market. Oh and you have claustrophobia | |
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| Oh I guess you do know everything about me. | |
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