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[Carter gets a beer out of the fridge. It takes a few tries to pop the tab.]
I'm gonna look away for a while, and when I turn back, you're not gonna be there anymore.
[The little Growlithe hopes that's not true. He yawns and gently headbutts the pony's leg, inviting her to play.]