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 | Mr. Prokhorovich! Get up, get up! You've overslept. | |
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| Excuse me? | |
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| You didn't get up this morning so I let you sleep. I also made you this jello. | |
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| Say, did that old Tryukhina die yesterday? | |
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| No? You were pretty smashed last night and went straight to bed. | |
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| Ah. Must have been a dream. I NEED MY TEA. Oh and send my daughters in, too. | |
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