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in the interim, I've got the perfect place for you to hide.
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I begun to fear
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I might never hold my beloved Tilda in her arms again.
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My parasite writhes at night,
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igniting spasms of pain,
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while visions and voices, obscene and monstrous, haunt me.
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Mister Ewing...
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In the name of God!
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Mister Ewing, no fear.
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No harm, not shout.
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Please. My name Autua.
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You know I...