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Beg your pardon, Dead Eyes, are you here to keep me company? I haven't seen you around before. The shadows are alive, and I can hear them talk. I'm not making any sense. "You're one hysteric away from being just like your mother," it echoes, but not enough to cause a dent. It's enough to be a constant reminder of what I have to live with
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