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Text: She was always real sick, even as a baby. The side effects of the drugs she needed were rough... By the end, she could barely see. That grip on my hand... It was just like the one I remembered. Majima... I ain't about to let a daughter die before my eyes again. If it's to protect my girl, I'll kill any stranger you put in front of me. I know it ain't right, but... I got no other options left! And you're gonna help me with it, Majima. I need you to report back to yer boss that Makoto's dead. Each paragraph will be a test.

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