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| You know, now I wish I wasn't here anymore. No more talking squirrells who don't grant wishes. | |
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| Hey, its not that I didn't want to, its that I can't. | |
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| Um, so you are a magic, wish-granting, talking squirrell. | |
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| Well, maybe a little, I guess. It runs on my Mom's side, you know. Recessive gene and all. | |
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