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Rh What a boy! Why call out then? Ugh! What a waste of time.

I would go with you if I could.

With me?

Yes, I seem to feel homesick when I hear you call from far down the road.

Whatever are you doing here, my child?

The doctor says I'm not to be out, so I sit here all day long.