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it is "Ours".
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That this is exactly how I feel, Vyvyan.
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I'm sorry, I...
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- I thought... - You thought? You thought what?
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That I might fancy a little
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buggering from a fine young dandy like yourself?
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I pack my bag, and be gone by morning.
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You'll do no such thing,
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you'll leave only when I say you can leave.
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You will continue working on Vyvyan Ayrs' Cloud Atlas.
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When it is finished, then I will decide what you do with you.
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You can't keep me here! I'm leaving!