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Running. Running, running, running, running, running. ... Okay, can I go now- "Keep talking, Willos." Fine, fine, sheesh. Floozy.

(Rated for lots and lots of swearing in the future.)

Running.

Running, running, running, running, running.

... Okay, can I go now-

"Keep talking, Willos."

Fine, fine, sheesh.

... Floozy.

"What was that?"

Nothing, nothing.

Now... So, running. I was running like hell through the forest. Hit a branch or two- dammit, that hurt like hell!- and-

"Why, exactly, were you running?"

None of your damn business, Glorés.

"Actually, it is my business, seeing as you had-"

Do you want me to finish the damn story or not?

"... Fine."

Glad we're on the same page. Oh yeah, where was I? Ah yes, I was running like hell and...

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