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| My doctor has diagnosed me with liver failure. I'm afraid I will be needing your liver. Unfortunately, you will die. But, it should make you feel better that you will fulfill your duty, which is to serve me in every way possible. | |
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| WHAT!?! But, what about ME? I'm a living human being with feelings! What about my life, my respect, my autonomy? You promised we'd always be together!! | |
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| I know I've made some promises that I can't keep, but clones are made strictly for the needs of their donor. You are from my DNA and you belong to me, and now I must have your liver. | |
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| It's just not fair... | |
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