>>14962
Oh yeah well you're... you're... uh... I mean...
*breaths heavier*
It's, it's, um, like, the uh...
*looks around with a panicked expression*
the... the you, um, we, are... ummmmmmm...
*eyes unfocus*
The... the...
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