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You're sure of it.
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You recount every word dutifully...
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"Now listen to me, Goodie."
"Make the trip to ol' Faraday's, across the wood."
"It's time you fulfilled that promise. You remember?"
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Before you could ask, the line was cut short. Vines crept out of the receiver.
But you feel good about this. You know where to go. It's an easy walk.
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...or so you thought.
Oh, it's only a matter of time. A shop is right around the bend.
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