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"Oh, you poor darling
you" swoons the hobble skirted mistress. :"I remember you from that ill
fated voyage - it must have scarred you badly and left you in this sorry
state!. I am so sorry - i promise to help you find your wits. Let me untie
you and take you out for a steak and a john birch society meeting. But
first, while I'm down here......."
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