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| Kate... you know it's sad when you can't remember where to find yourself. | |
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| I know that I'm around here somewhere! | |
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| Kate... this is pathetic. Let's see.. you have brown hair, a splinter in your foot, and a broom and a witch hat permanently attached to your body. It's not like you're hard to miss. | |
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| Apparently I am if I can't even manage to find myself... I mean.. I'm me!? Where's the logic!? | |
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| Stop freaking out. You're going to have an ulcer before you're 20. | |
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| Oh Dotty, you're right... but wait! How can I get an ulcer if I don't exsist! Life is too complicated for me! | |
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