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Tricia: "Wot wong, Cewa?"
Cera: "I just don't feel good, Tricia."
Tricia: "Huh?"
Cera: "I said I feel bad. I twisted my ankle."
Tricia: "Wot?"
Cera: "I feel like that time you needed special leaves for that thorn in your paw."
Tricia: "Tell me wot wong, Cewa."
Cera (fed up): "Tricia! I feel like CRAP, okay?!"
Tricia: "Ohhhhhh."
Cera:
