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"Fooruhman!" you whisper to the wizard, "cast Invert Lense Color ohn Maaary!"
"I'm terribly sorry but one can't doh it D=," he says, "she's fie toohh British! And one feel stragely fond of British old beans roysh noh." Maybe he just needs some encouragement.
"Soh, luverly weahthah, I?" you say to keep Mary's attention off your conversation.
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