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- El, are you there? El? It’s me, it’s Mike. It’s day three-hundred fifty-two, seven-forty pm. I’m still here. If you’re out there say something. O-or give me a sign, I won’t even… won’t even say anything, just… I wanna know if you’re okay.
- Mike!
{ Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace }
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Steve Harrington father of the year
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The black hole. It got her.
And somehow I’ve just been scared, you know?
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You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?
Bonus:
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Where’s Will?
