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I'm a fuschia bowling ball somewhere in Brittany
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A lost ounce of gold may be found, a lost moment of time never.
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Badger: "Why ain't she talking? She's got a secret."
River: "Sure, I got a secret. More'n one. Don't seem likely I'd tell them to you
now, do it? Anyone off Dyton Colony knows better than to talk to strangers.
You're talkin' loud enough for the both of us, though, ain't you? I've known
a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Run graft jobs 'ere and there.
Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. Now you're what?
Petty thief with illusions of standing. Sad little king of a sad little
hill."
Badger: "...Nice to see someone from the old homestead."
River: "Not really." (to Simon) "Call me if anyone interesting shows up."
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