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[halfcocked]

[this Noah would LIKE to get into the Mess Hall for dinner, but this is proving difficult, as he is being swarmed by ADORABLE BABY OTTERS.

wat do.]

I told you I'm not your fucking mom! I'm not! Get off me! We can't keep all of you!!

(( THANKS, GUYS . . .

SLOWIN' DOWNNNNNN THANK YOU ALL!!! I will pick up ))

Comments

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So many....

[halfcocked]

[yeah more keep showing up for SOME MYSTERIOUS REASON]

I'm not taking care of all of them!

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I'm sorry!

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Did you give them to me??

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I didn't. Don't know where they could have come from.

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Then why the hell are you sorry?

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I don't know! I'm sorry!

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Stop being sorry!

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Ehhhhh?

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I said stop being sorry!

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B-But I don't think that I can do something like that.

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Why??

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Because I am...

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Keep it to yourself, then . . .

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I'll do my best to try.

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--Good! Nice!