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00:53:53 |
Malva
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Says here, if we go north-ways,
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| 00:53:53 |
00:53:56 |
Malva
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we have thirty days of clear trail.
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| 00:53:56 |
00:53:58 |
Malva
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All fresh grass and no trolls.
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| 00:53:58 |
00:54:00 |
Malva
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Hey, hey, hey!
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| 00:54:00 |
00:54:04 |
Malva
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All downhill, look like...
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| 00:54:00 |
00:54:04 |
Poppy
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You're holding it upside down.
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| 00:54:04 |
00:54:04 |
Malva
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Eh?
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| 00:54:07 |
00:54:09 |
Poppy
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Sorry, Malva. Nothing but steep slopes
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| 00:54:09 |
00:54:11 |
Poppy
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and brickle-brambles for weeks.
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| 00:54:11 |
00:54:15 |
Malva
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Well, if you're so quick and wise, why don't you do the trail-finding?
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| 00:54:19 |
00:54:22 |
Malva
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Watch out for little ones and stragglers.
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| 00:54:22 |
00:54:24 |
Malva
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Nobody goes off-trail!
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| 00:54:24 |
00:54:27 |
unnamed
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And nobody walks alone!
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| 00:54:27 |
00:54:30 |
Malva
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Sounded better when Sadoc said it.
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| 00:54:34 |
00:54:36 |
Malva
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Wish the old goat were still with us.
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| 00:54:36 |
00:54:37 |
Vilma
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He is.
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