Answer
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Oliver
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Paul,
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twenty
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years
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old,
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thick
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head
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of
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hair,
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worries
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he's
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going
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bald
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Wakes
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up
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at
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quarter
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past
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nine
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Fare
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evades
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his
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way
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down
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the
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96
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tram
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line
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Breakfast
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on
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the
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run
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again,
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he's
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well
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aware
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he's
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dropping
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soy
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linseed
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Vegemite
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crumbs
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everywhere
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Answer
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Feeling
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sick
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at
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the
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sight
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of
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his
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computer
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he
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dodges
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his
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way
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through
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the
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Swanston
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commuters
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Rips
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off
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his
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tie,
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hands
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it
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to
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a
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homeless
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man
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sleeping
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in
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the
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corner
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of
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a
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Metro
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bus
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stand,
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and
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he
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screams,
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"I'm
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not
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going
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to
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work
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Answer
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today
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Going
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to
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count
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the
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minutes
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that
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the
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trains
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run
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late,
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sit
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on
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the
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grass
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building
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pyramids
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out
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of
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Coke
|
cans"
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Headphone
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wielding
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to
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the
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Nicholas
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Building
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he
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trips
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on
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a
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pothole
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that's
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not
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been
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filled
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in
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He
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waits
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for
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an
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elevator
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one
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Answer
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to
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nine
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A
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lady
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walks
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in
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and
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waits
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by
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his
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side
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Her
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heels
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are
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high
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and
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her
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bag
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is
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snakeskin
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Her
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hair
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pulled
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so
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tight
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you
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can
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see
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her
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skeleton
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Vickers
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perfume
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on
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her
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breath,
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a
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tortoiseshell
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necklace
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between
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her
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breasts
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She
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looks
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Answer
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him
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up
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and
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down
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with
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a
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Botox
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frown
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He's
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well
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used
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to
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that
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look
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by
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now
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The
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elevator
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dings
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and
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they
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awkwardly
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step
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in
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Their
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fingers
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touch
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on
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the
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rooftop
|
button
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Don't
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jump
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little
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boy,
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don't
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jump
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off
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that
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roof
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You've
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got
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your
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Answer
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whole
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life
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ahead
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of
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you,
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you're
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still
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in
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your
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youth
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I'd
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give
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anything
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to
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have
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skin
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like
|
you
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He
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said
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"I
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think
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you'e
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projecting
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the
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way
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that
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you're
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feeling
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I'm
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not
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suicidal,
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just
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idling
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insignificantly
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I
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come
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up
|
here
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for
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perception
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and
|
clarity
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Answer
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I
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like
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to
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imagine
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I'm
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playing
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SimCity
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All
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the
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people
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look
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like
|
ants
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from
|
up
|
here
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and
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the
|
wind's
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the
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only
|
traffic
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you
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can
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hear"
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He
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said
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"All
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I
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ever
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wanted
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to
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be
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was
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an
|
elevator
|
operator
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Can
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you
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help
|
me
|
please?"
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