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[All it takes is 'I have' and Ocean is locked on. While Caitlyn is scrunching up her nose and considering her words, he's pulling a small pad of paper and a pen out of his pocket. He holds it there, poised. There's nothing to write yet.]

What was it? What was it like? What--

[Slow down. Take a breath, clear your throat.]

Sorry. Sorry.

Please, tell me everything.

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