Sorry I'm not in, I've gone is search of my heart. I seem to have misplaced it on Saturday; at least I feel like a donor.
Leave a light on when you go, okay? I need it to find my way back to the den; I wouldn't want to lose you, too.
It's okay. I don't care how much this hurts as long as she no longer suffers. It's all right. As soon as I find that heart I'll be back up on all fours in no time.
Now go tell someone you love them, and I do mean right now. You have one minute. Go.
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