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Epilogue:
Bill nodded he understood and waited japanese for Matt to open up. For what seemed like forever Matt just sat there.
"Tina japanese...?" Bill prodded.
Bills eyes widened, he was worried now. "What exactly did you tell her to do?" All kinds of terrible things japanese began to run through his mind. Matt wasn't the proverbial sharpest crayon in the box. The number of dumb things he might have teen done fashion japanese teen were to numerous to consider all at once.
"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act japanese out the fantasy which wasn't a fantasy (Matt was getting excited and a bit loud) and images..."
"Yaah, it japaneseteen's images a flavor japanese."
"Ok japaneseteen Matt," Bill tried again, "We japanese need to japanese start pulling these facts together now so I japanese can understand. I wasn't there so I teen need japaneseteen you to fill in a japaneseteen little more detail. Chunky japanese Monkey's, hypnosis, and Tina's disappearance all are related how?"
"You made her eat japaneseteen the ice cream, smeared it on her? Was she allergic or japanese something?" Bill was grasping at straws, wondering how the Patriots were doing, where japanese he was going japaneseteen to take his japaneseteen girlfriend April in February for Valentines day, and japaneseteen in general wishing he was elsewhere.
