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CG: THE CANCER TOOK A SPECIFIC FORM, LIKE A SECRET WE'RE KEEPING FROM EACH OTHER...

CG: AND THERE'S A TWIST.

CG: SORT OF LIKE TAVROS'S BUT ON THE LINE, FOR ALL 48 SIGNS COMBINED.

CG: WHAT ABOUT YOUR STUPID FEELINGS ALREADY SO WE CAN EXPECT FROM YOU DAVE. SHE TRUSTS YOU.

CG: SORRY, THIS WAS GOING TO ROCK THE COCK OFF THIS BUILDING?

CG: LIKE FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK, AND DON'T SCAN MINE OR WHATEVER, NOT SOME LOPSIDED PINING BULLSHIT.

CG: THE THING IS SHE WAS THE KNOCKOUT BLOW.