"Where are you going?"
"I thought about what you said the other day. I'm going to the city."
"Oh."
"Do you want anything?"
"No."
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"I'm all alone now. . . what should I do?"
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"I should've asked for some more books."
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"It's a nice day, maybe I'll go for a stroll."
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". . . oh shit."
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"Harry, I'm back!"
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"Harry?"
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"Where are you? Quit reading and come see what I brought you!"
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"Fuck. Please be here, please be here."
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
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"Fuck, I can't believe he played me like that. I got cocky. . . Wherever you went, I'll find you, and when I do, you'll regret it, darling."