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Wally shook his head. This had gone on long enough. The weeks of torture, of beatings and bullyings, of horrible food, of a fearful, passionless, strawberryless existence. “Steve?” He said, grabbing Steve’s shoulder with an air of confidence never before seen.
“Huh? Oh. Uh… Yeah Wally?” Steve replied, a little put off by the sudden change in his demeanor (surprisingly more put off, in this case, than he was by any of the other… changes he’d witnessed)
“We’re breaking out of here, buddy. Come with me.”
Steve shrugged. “Oh. Uh… Ok then.”
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