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What about Dee?
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She shot herself.
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My Gods.
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I don't... I don't understand.
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No, neither do I, you know.
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I'm trying to come up with a neat answer.
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But truth is,
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I'll never know
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'cause it's too frakking late.
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Mr. Hoshi, take over for Lieutenant Dualla.
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Yes, sir.
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Mr. Gaeta.