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Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
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Max, are you all right?
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Are you all right?
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I'm fine.
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No broken bones,
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which is surprising, because when I was kid,
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we couldn't afford milk.
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Actually the only time my mother bought milk
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was when my face was on the side of the carton.
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Are you sure you're all right?
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Yeah.
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I guess there is such a thing as luck.