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I hate to state the obvious, but, I'd remember if I'd drowned having done it once all ready. And, if I had really drowned, I'd be sick and feverish. When we die here, we contract this karmic flu. Sorry you died, feel worse for it.

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how does that even make sense? if we die, we just come back. it might take a while, but dying doesn't give you a cold.

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I've heard here it does. A twelve year old who serves coffee told me. Apparently, there aren't child labor laws in Deerington.

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i don't even know what to do with that.

[ it's not that important, though, is it? not in the grand scheme of things. ]

look, elena. i need you to come back, okay. i can't have a best friend pow wow in this fake bedroom without my best friend here, and i really> need a best friend pow wow soon. like, asap soon.

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If we can get out of here, we will. We'll find a way, Caroline. In the meantime, we do what we always do. We make the best of it. Or, we try anyway. I'm only a call away on this thing.