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I understand,
Do we whine like sick dogs?
We're still waiting on a few blood tests, and then she can go home.
I mean, I don't have to pick them up.
♪ Of all the things we should've said that we never said ♪
Run, run, run! Run, run!
Yes, Aunt Lydia.
Thank you so much.
Nevada, Oklahoma City...
♪ This woman's world ♪
I understand, Mrs. Bankole.
This is Gilead. No one gets out.
This we simply cannot abide.
All righty, then.
Whether this is my end or a new beginning,
but it's probably just a virus.
I'd like to be clear.
- Sorry, I'm just letting my husband know. - Oh, yeah.
Hey.
Serena.
♪ I know you have a lot of strength left ♪
Okay, scooch.
She's fab.
Praise be His mercy!