Excuse me, have you seen my heart?
It's very delicate.
I worry a little that something might happen to it.
Maybe I dropped when I dropped all my defenses and they went bouncing away like a million ping-pong balls...
Pardon me, have you seen my heart?
I was going to give it to you...
But I think perhaps you've stolen it away.
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