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¡°Yeh can¡¯ really remember who yeh are after a while. An¡¯ yeh can¡¯ really see the point o¡¯ livin¡¯ at all. I used ter hope I'd jus¡¯ die in me sleep. When they let me out, it was like bein¡¯ born again, ev'rythin¡¯ came floodin¡¯ back, it was the bes¡¯ feelin¡¯ in the world. Mind, the Dementors weren't keen on lettin¡¯ me go.¡±