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DREAM!MURRIT: oh ya sure lemme just take a big lungful
DREAM!MURRIT: that oughtta fix me right up
DREAM!DISMAS: Come on, just sync your breathing with mine.
DREAM!MURRIT: ugh thought you couldnt stand albions hack nonsense
DREAM!MURRIT: but suddenly youre all about preaching when her choirs not even here
DREAM!MURRIT: singing her corny ass hymns
DREAM!MURRIT: halle-fuckin-lujah everythings all hunky doinky as long as we sit criss cross applesauce for sec and empty our thinkpans