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[ Steph leaves the feed running as she pounces on Dumpy with a blanket. Rather than go to the effort of figuring out how fold him properly, she sits on him. ]

I can't-- I can't do this, Rhys. [ Please ignore if her voice sounds a little wet. ]

I can't keep this up.

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