[Lavinia Putney talks to Mr. Clare about the wax figures she creates for her father]Lavinia Putney: Father's murderers. All those figures screaming in his new crime scenes. Oh, Mr. Clare... it hurts me to create them. Like I'm bringing them to life and then torturing them. Like some sort of terrible African voodoo doll. They're all fresh when they come out the molds... and then I make them suffer.John Clare: Some people think that's what life is. Born fresh to suffer.Lavinia Putney: Do you think that?John Clare: Uh... I did. Now I'm not sure.Lavinia Putney: There's hope for you anyway. Don't give up on life just yet.

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A "Papa, can you hear me?"

B "Hello, Dolly!"

C "Hi, I am here!"

D "Hello gorgeous!"