Sans: O-Okay... Uh, *He hands her a bottle of pills* I've got some. H-Here.

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Shula: L-Lily...! I-I don't think he really w-wanted me to go with you..! *She runs her neck, where "Kyle" bit her*

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Henry: *He blushes* W-William, y-ya should go n' help yet f-friends n' stuff.