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| It's awfully quiet. I have the strangest feeling that I'm forgett- oh hell! | |
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| I hope he's okay in there. It's been three hours. | |
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| I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good. | |
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| Oh, Pockeypig. I promise I'll never forget about you again until the next time it happens. | |
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