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Ok. Err. Ok. Well, err... Of course, there's. Oh, sorry. Ah. Right. Oh, Err. Sure. I think. Err. Nevermind. Sorry. Could we? No. It's ok. Or there's.. Well. If I could. Maybe. Could I? What about...? No. Sorry. Perhaps. Ok. Err. Is it?
I love you, Mum.
Love you too, son.
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Caroline Jane
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Yeah I have been there too, many years ago