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"Who are we going to see again?" he asked, as the elevator lurched skyward. "Didn't you listen the first time?" Morrigoon huffed as she shifted the weight of the enormous bouquet from the crook of one elbow to the other. A small card floated down to the floor. As he picked it up and placed it back on its perch amongst the roses, he stole a glance at the birthday greeting scrawled upon it by some godawful calligraphist. "Oh yeah. Her name is Helen."
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