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Jack meets his neighbours, and questions their sanity. And possibly their humanity.
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| Greetings, mortal . . . thing. | |
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Jack moves. More crazy people.
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| Could I borrow some sugar from you? | |
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| k her but wach out cuz dere r mosnturhs her | |
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| Please . . . make it stop. | |
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| I don't believe in killing people. You'll have to vist my cousin. But be careful. VERY . . . careful. He gnaws on stuff. | |
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