...What? I- No, ugh. Look, I'm not supposed to be here, but I woke up in this house, and it's covered in weird... [What's the word. Erwin said it.] photographs with my face in them. So, while I don't want to be here... it's still mine.

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I don't even know why I'm trying to explain this to a man trying to crawl through a window.