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"Just through here. Oh, that's Boots, my cat. Isn't he cute? What? My sofa set? Well, my Uncle Drim went to Italy, you know and he sent it to me. It was the last time anyone ever heard from him - he was over there tracking down a pack of trolls; he was determined they could be domesticated. That was, let me see, four years ago? Yep, that seems about right, four years since we've heard from him. Frankly, I think he's been eaten."
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