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She'll get all worried and caretake-y.
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That info is locked up.
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All right? Now hide that key where I'll never find it.
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I don't have to. I trust you that much.
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Wow.
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What you got in your hand there, champ?
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It's just a... tiny pretend key?
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Okay, ahem. Excuse me. Quick announcement.
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I'm about to bring Kylie in, so I need you all to act
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Like normal human beings.
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- Boo! - I know. It's gonna be hard, but I can help.
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Mrs. Torres, Kylie doesn't have an eating disorder.