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No! Shh.
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You were dreaming. I couldn't wake you.
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Oh, God, they're gonna shoot him.
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I feel sick, I...
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No...
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No, this is all wrong. It's wrong. Please, stop, stop.
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But... I want to make you feel better.
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Then cut off my legs. I ran again.
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I disappeared in the nick of time again.
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Fear makes people behave differently.
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I didn't run out of fear. Not this time, anyway.
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I ran away from those people. God, "those people."