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Dear Rey,

    OH NO. OH NONONO. The control panel—it broke IT FREAKING BROKE AND NOW I'M TRAPPED IN YOUR PRISON. Wow, talk about irony. It's kind of awkward: me trapped, with a girl. Well, at least I have my limited edition stationery with me, and uh you, still sleeping.

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