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| Hey Dex...How come you never let go of that coffee cup? I've never seen it leave your hand. | |
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| Hmm...You're right! I'll put it down right now. | |
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| ...Well, that's odd. At least I can uncross my arms...*Grunt*...Dammit. | |
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| ...Oh my god! My hand is glued to the cup somehow! | |
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