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Mister Johnson, what's it like in the Lands Without?
Haven't you been there?
No, but my father told me about them when I was little
Now it's forbidden to think about them
Are you often ordered to spend your time with strangers?
Yes, it's my job
How nice for you. Aren't you ever propositioned?
What?
Has no one ever fallen in love with you?
In love? What's that?
There's one thing I'd like to know
Yes, Mister Johnson?
Just how big of a fool do you take me for? Answer me
I can't understand what you're talking about
Check, Princess! I can't make head or tail of what you're talking
about
That's how it is, you never understand anything
Yes, that's always how it is; you never understand anything
Until one fine day you die of it
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