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| So, what now, Steven? What do we do? | |
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| I don't know, friend. I dream of a bigger, better life for us, but... | |
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| Dammit, Dave. Don't interrupt me. | |
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| I'm sorry, Steven. I'm just so scared. Scared to stay; scared to leave. Scared to say...oh, screw it...I love you. There Dave, are you happy now? I love you. | |
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