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Front Desk: "Hello and good morn-- wow. WOW! Still alive!?"

Angel: "I guess that's one way to look at it."

Front Desk: "What the hell happened to your hand -- it's broken!"

Angel: "Knife fight."

Front Desk: [CONCERN]

Angel: [Waves good hand] "Lemme sign that check-out slip."

♥ Angel

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