Three hundred. Thousand. Woolongs.
Three hundred. Thousand. Woolongs. Gone. [She snaps her fingers.] Like that. Just like that. Right through my fingers… [Oh, how could she have been pulled away before she could collect and enjoy her winnings? The injustice of it all! Faye buries her face in those open, empty hands, making her next
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old guard?
What's a...a woolong...?
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VOOOII, don't cry, Faye, I don't think my heart could take it.
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It'll be hard, but I might be able to manage a stiff upper lip.
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There we go. Besides why would you cry over lost money when you can be looking for a scapegoat?
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Is there even anyone to blame other than BREW?
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[While they're on the subject of different, there's a pause as she squints at the communicator.] ...you're that jumpsuit kid, aren't you?
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Yeah, that's right. Say, where is Mr. Tall Dark and Silent anyway? You seen him around?
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