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- Go get me my rag bag. - Marni, what happened to you?
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- Uh, I took a shortcut. - Through a woodchipper?
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No, through an ant bed.
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I knew we shouldn't have left her.
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Oh, Charlie. You're here.
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I'm here, actually. Blurred vision. That can't be good.
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No. Ants carried away her contacts.
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- What kind of ants were they? - I forgot to ask them,
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but I will next time. And, really,
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this is not a big deal, you guys. I'm fine.
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She's not. The bad news is she hurt her leg.
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The good news is she can't feel it 'cause of the ant bites.