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Please!
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I'm not going to hurt you, Felicity.
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How do you know my name?
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Because you know my name.
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Oliver, oh...
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Everything about you just became so unbelievably clear.
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You're bleeding.
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I don't need to be told that.
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You need a hospital.
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My--My father's old factory, in the glades.
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No, you-- you need a doctor, not a steelworker.
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Felicity...You have to promise me