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[A spasm passes over Blake's face.] God, that would be fuckin' nice to believe.

[To keep telling himself something late at night a lot when he's staring at the ceiling, just replace it's not real with it wasn't your fault.

He'd be in good practice. He thinks that one a lot already, anyway.]

His kid blames me.

Somebody else must, too, or I wouldn't be here.

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