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I
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thought
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I
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saw
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you
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in
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the
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Battleship
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But
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it
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was
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only
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a
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look-
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a-
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like
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She
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was
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nothing
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but
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a
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vision
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trick
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Under
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the
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warning
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light
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She
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was
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close,
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close
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enough
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to
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be
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your
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ghost
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But
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my
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chances
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turned
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to
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toast
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When
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I
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asked
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her
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if
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I
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could
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call
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her
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your
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name
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I
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thought
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I
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saw
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you
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in
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the
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Rusty
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Hook
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Huddled
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up
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in
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a
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wicker
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chair
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I
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wandered
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over
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for
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a
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closer
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look
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And
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kissed
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whoever
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was
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sitting
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there
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She
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was
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close,
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and
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she
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held
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me
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very
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tightly
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'Til
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I
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asked
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awfully
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politely
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"Please,
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can
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I
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call
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you
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her
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name?"
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And
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I
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elongated
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my
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lift
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home
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Yeah,
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I
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let
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him
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go
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the
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long
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way
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round
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I
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smelt
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your
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scent
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on
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the
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seatbelt
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And
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I
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kept
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my
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shortcuts
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to
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myself
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I
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thought
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I
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saw
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you
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in
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the
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Parrot's
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Beak
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Messing
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with
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the
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smoke
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alarm
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It
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was
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too
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loud
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for
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me
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to
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hear
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her
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speak
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And
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she
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had
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a
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broken
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arm
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It
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was
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close,
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so
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close
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that
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the
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walls
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were
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wet
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And
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she
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wrote
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it
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out
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in
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Letraset
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"No,
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you
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can't
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call
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me
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her
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name"
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Tell
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me,
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where's
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your
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hiding
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place?
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I'm
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worried
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I'll
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forget
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your
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face
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And
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I've
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asked
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everyone
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I'm
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beginning
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to
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think
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I
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imagined
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you
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all
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along
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I
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elongated
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my
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lift
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home
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Yeah,
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I
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let
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him
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go
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the
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long
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way
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round
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I
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smelt
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your
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scent
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on
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the
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seatbelt
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And
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kept
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my
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shortcuts
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to
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myself
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I
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saw
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your
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sister
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in
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the
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Cornerstone
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On
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the
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phone
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to
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the
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middle
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man
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When
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I
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saw
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that
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she
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was
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on
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her
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own
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I
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thought
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she
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might
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understand
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She
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was
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close,
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well,
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you
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couldn't
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get
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much
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closer
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She
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said,
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"I'm
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really
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not
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supposed
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to,
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but
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yes
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You
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can
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call
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me
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anything
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you
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want"
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