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Terminal
H.: I'm not entirely sure how I should be dealing with this. I mean: do I cry? Do I get mad? Do I hit him, or do I hug him? I just don't understand it.
B.: Well, frankly, he's dying. So you make up your own mind. Just let him go with an easy mind.
H.: I just want to lean him against a wall and knock out his teeth for doing this to me.
B.: And you know he'd let you if he thought it would really make you feel better.
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