[It's early in the morning. Sweden smiles to himself, sleepily. And then, suddenly, he realizes something. He internally panics, trying to make a hasty attempt to rationalize. He's woken up, once again, somewhere that was definitely not his bed. At all. And there was someone sleeping right next to him. He wished this would stop happening to him
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[Then, as an afterthought...]
"And, uh, which Denmark?"
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[he barely knows his own Taiwan, he wouldn't even know if they were the same one or not]
I'm not talking about Sister Denmark. Denmark's my friend. Or, well, at least my neighbor.
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Is... is there another me, too?!
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What does... what's the other Sweden like?
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Er, I should probably thank you for telling me all this.
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Where is here? I don't recognize anything at all! I wouldn't even pick this kind of furniture!
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Is there anything else I should know?
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