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Kyle.
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Britta?
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He was an imaginary waiter.
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I wouldn't expect you to understand.
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Now.
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You hear a low rumble on the other side of the tree line,
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followed by a shrill screech
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and the beating of heavy wings against the sky.
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Wait, wings?
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What's going on?
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Tell me, Abed, are you familiar
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with the Amburg region of the Edylmann river basin?