[footsteps, awkward. as if with a limp. the sound cuts in and out, sharply. spiking with mumblings, melding with man and woman alike, no words can be caught. then.]
Ah. Yeah. I need to...
[harry. he coughs, gurgled.]
Stop doing things like that.
Damn.
I really hate those things. And this is getting to be heavy.
HAPPY NEW YEAR. That's... a
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