[ He flinched , covering himself when the lights turned off .
He slowly opened his eyes when they went back on , sighing in relief when he saw nothing bad happened . ]
. . . Okay .
That's . . . odd .
I don't remember you , at all .
[ He backed up again , wanting as much distance as possible . His back eventually met a wall , this was his end . ]
I don't . . . know what / I / did . or why you're taking it out on me . / What / even afe you ?
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. . . You- You gay ? I'm sorry , but I didn't mean to keep you there ! I don't even know you !
[ He was genuinely confused . terrified and confused , he had no goddamn idea of what was going on in the first place .
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He lifted up his head , trying to meet the ‘ handler's ’ eyes . ]
. . . Can you— just . . . explain ? I don't recognize any ‘ Andrew Weaver ’ , neither I recognize / you / .
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[ He was confused , extremely confused , but fear definitely won over .
Shrimpo sobs began to go louder at the sight of the insides , still backing up , no matter how trembly his legs were . ]
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. . . I— I don't know what you're talking about ! What do I have to do with this ?
Dandy hurt / all / of us , I'm not even involved with his doings .
[ He looked away , sniffling as he tried to not observe what was going on in front of him .
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