With the last words you ever said to me echoing in my head:
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You and I should explore this further. I know of a nice little place . . .
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Did somebody say something? I keep hearing a faint buzzing sound, but it reminds me so much of my ex-wife’s nagging voice with that weird Canadian accent of hers that I just tune it out. Ugghhh.
Maybe I should drop by Jane‘s place and offer my comforting arms, my shoulder to lean on, my soothing kisses, my strong . . . wait, this is still a family show, right?
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