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Answer
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Connection
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terminated.
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I'm
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sorry
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to
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interrupt
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you,
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Elizabeth.
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If
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you
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still
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even
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remember
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that
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name.
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But
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I'm
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afraid
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you've
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been
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misinformed.
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You
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are
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not
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here
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to
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receive
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a
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gift.
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Nor,
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have
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you
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been
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called
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here
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by
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the
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individual
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you
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assume.
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Although,
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you
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have
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indeed
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been
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called.
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You
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have
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all
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been
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called
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here.
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Into
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a
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labyrinth
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of
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sounds
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and
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smells,
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misdirection
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and
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misfortune.
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A
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Answer
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labyrinth
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with
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no
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exit,
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a
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maze
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with
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no
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prize.
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You
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don't
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even
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realize
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that
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you
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are
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trapped.
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Your
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lust
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for
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blood
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has
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driven
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you
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in
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endless
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circles.
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Chasing
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the
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cries
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of
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children
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in
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some
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unseen
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chamber.
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Always
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seeming
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so
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near,
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yet
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somehow
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out
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of
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reach.
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But
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you
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will
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never
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find
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them,
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none
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of
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you
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will.
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This
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is
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where
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your
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story
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ends.
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And
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to
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Answer
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you,
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my
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brave
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volunteer.
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Who
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somehow
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found
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this
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job
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listing
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not
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intended
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for
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you.
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Although,
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there
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was
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a
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way
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out
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planned
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for
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you.
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I
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have
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a
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feeling
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that's
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not
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what
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you
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want.
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I
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have
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a
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feeling
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that
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you
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are
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right
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where
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you
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want
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to
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be.
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I
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am
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remaining
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as
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well.
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I
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am
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nearby.
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This
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place
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will
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not
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be
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remembered.
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And
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the
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memory
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of
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Answer
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everything
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that
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started
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this
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can
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finally
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begin
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to
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fade
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away,
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as
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the
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agony
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of
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every
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tragedy
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should.
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And
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to
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you
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monsters
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trapped
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in
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the
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corridors,
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Be
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still,
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and
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give
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up
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your
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spirits.
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They
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don't
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belong
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to
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you.
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For
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most
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of
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you,
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I
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believe
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there
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is
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peace
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and,
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perhaps,
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more
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waiting
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for
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you
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after
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the
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smoke
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clears.
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Although,
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for
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one
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of
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you,
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the
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darkest
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Answer
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pit
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of
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hell
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has
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opened
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to
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swallow
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you
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whole.
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So,
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don't
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keep
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the
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devil
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waiting,
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old
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friend.
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My
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daughter,
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if
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you
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can
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hear
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me,
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I
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knew
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you
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would
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return
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as
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well.
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It's
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in
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your
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nature
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to
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protect
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the
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innocent.
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I'm
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sorry
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that
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on
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that
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day,
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the
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day
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you
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were
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shut
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out
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and
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left
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to
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die,
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no
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one
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was
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there
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to
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lift
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you
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up
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Answer
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in
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their
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arms,
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the
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way
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you
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lifted
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others
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into
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yours.
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And
|
|
then,
|
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what
|
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became
|
|
of
|
|
you?
|
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I
|
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should
|
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have
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known,
|
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you
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wouldn't
|
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be
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content
|
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to
|
|
disappear.
|
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Not
|
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my
|
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daughter.
|
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I
|
|
couldn't
|
|
save
|
|
you
|
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then,
|
|
so
|
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let
|
|
me
|
|
save
|
|
you
|
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now.
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It's
|
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time
|
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to
|
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rest,
|
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for
|
|
you,
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and
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for
|
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those
|
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you
|
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have
|
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carried
|
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in
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your
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|
arms.
|
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This
|
|
ends.
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For
|
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all
|
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of
|
|
us.
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End
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|
communication.
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