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I disgust myself.
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I deserve to rot in a forgotten hell like this.
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You left out self-pitying. And the incontinence.
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- Doctor! Doctor! - Yes.
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- Doctor! Doctor! - Yes, I'm coming.
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Doctor! Doctor, go back to bed, you're not needed.
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- What? - None of us are,
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because of the blizzard.
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It's official, the hospital is closed.
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So you woke me up to tell me I could go back to bed?
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You could have just not come.
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Are you all right in there? Would you like to call a doctor?