“ can I do?”

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    “So, w should I do?” Junko asked.

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    “Sounds good to me.”

    “Are you serious?”

    “I’m serious.”

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    “Good,” Junko said. “But how?”

    “I’ll thing.”

    “Okay.”

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    itself out.

    “Mind if I take a little nap?” she asked.

    “Sure, go ahead.”

    “ill you wake me w?”

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    Sed t, you’ll start feeling t to or not. t o a fleeting, but deep, sleep.