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Over here.
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Natasha?
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Yeah.
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Natasha, you're hurt.
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You came after me.
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Yes, yes, I felt bad about what happened. And...
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Well, I... I just hope we can still be friends.
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Perhaps we can talk about this later?
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I think my leg is broken.
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Yes, of course.
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It was more than a chandelier that fell on me this time.
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Yes, it was a crate.