I don't know how to deal with these people, I-I can't... I can't deal with this all, they're all making such sad faces or they're angry at me and I don't know what to do, and they know things they shouldn't and talk about things they can't...
No, I mean, normally if there were people here who knew me I should know them, but I don't... It is invasive, they know all these things, that's why...
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[exhales smoke]
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[considers for a few moment, expression almost quizzical, then shuffles over and puts a hand on her shoulder]
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Sometimes when people cry, it means they want to be held. Sorry, sorry.
[says it as if it has nothing to do with him]
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Well, the universe is a big place.
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Perhaps they knew another you.
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