Oh dear. This isn't how I would have chosen to wake from a nap. Thrown out on my rear... dang...
At first I thought there'd been some mistake, but then this lovely woman showed up and told me otherwise. I recognize her from the war...
Gosh. This is just... not good. I'm starting to worry here. No one seems to know who I am---mind you, I'm not so
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They didn't have to throw me out.
Uh, hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
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And... wow. Please don't call me 'mayor'. No need especially now.
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Fitcher it is then. I suppose my rank hardly matters anymore, either.
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I guess not. It's a shame, after all that hard work we did.
Fifteen years, huh? I hope I got re-elected at least once.
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Not knowing the half of it... that wouldn't surprise me.
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