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Someone tapped my shoulder, and I soon found that it was Nate. "Don't listen to them," he looked around the room for a second, then lifted me up off of the bench, and carried me towards the door.

The last words I heard coming from the debate were, "not exactly. I'm just saying that we need to give her her regular doses earlier."

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