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It's not-- it's not true, it...
[He's trying, but it sounds so weak now. His voice is barely a voice at all. But he has to keep believing it, he thinks, because how can he live with the twisted idea that the same man who found him in the middle of a meth den, who listened to him cry over her, held him, took him to rehab, killed people for him, who--
--who--
He looks up, shaking, eyes wide.]
He told me, once. He apologized. I didn't understand...
[It can't be true, but now he knows it is.]
I don't understand.
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