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| Mom... please don't say it... please don't say it... please don't say it... please don't say it... please don't say it... | |
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| Do you know what she said then, Jon? Hello? Are you there? Jon? | |
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| How did you learn to say my name in a way that causes physical pain? | |
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| It's a mother thing, dear. It's written in a secret place on the placenta. | |
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