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Aidan, listen.
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It is an insult to my memory that you would rather imagine
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these two throwing daisies on your grave
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than getting up and actually doing something about this.
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Look, Atlee is sick.
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He's not even one of the scary Amish.
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Come on, man!
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Hey! I know you're not thinking clearly
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because your head was cut off,
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but Aidan isn't exactly at fighting weight right now.
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I'm not fighting.
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I've played out every battle in my head,