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“I might not remember my name, or anything about who I am. But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me.”
Judging from the hug they exchange, the pastries must be a hit. Sorry, Lazlo. But they never pledged to maul me and eradicate my people, so they deserved the tarts that pop more than you do.
