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Hiroshi Takahashi: We have so little time to say the things we mean.
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Enoch Brae: I was looking for my girlfriend. I think she came this way.
Annabel Cotton: Nobody has passed through these woods for years. What did she look like?
Enoch Brae: She is about your height, brown eyes.
Annabel Cotton: Was she pretty?
Enoch Brae: Beautiful. Who are you?
Annabel Cotton: I am the spirit of this forest.
Enoch Brae: Can you help me?
Annabel Cotton: This girl, you must care about her a lot to come into the woods looking for her.
Enoch Brae: Very much.
Henry Hopper
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