I don't understand... [He's still trying to wrap his head around all this.] You weigh... nothing!
—or at least, you look like you do. [Shaking his head, Hope reaches to dust the sand off his back before extending both hands toward the pig in an attempt to pick him up.]
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—or at least, you look like you do. [Shaking his head, Hope reaches to dust the sand off his back before extending both hands toward the pig in an attempt to pick him up.]