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| Dad, I've been going through your computer. We need to talk. | |
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| Your journal says that my leg injuries aren't real. Your journal says I can walk. | |
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| You can't believe everything you read son. | |
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| My journal says you don't make it through the night! Should I believe that or is it as weak as your Everybody Loves Raymond fan fiction? | |
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| Tell you what, I'll go grab some Pizza Hut and we can we can try to punch those fan fics up together. Just like old times. | |
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