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Cry into the pillow.
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Can you remember?
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She, uh...
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She died in the other room, on that bed...
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Nothin' I can do about it here... That fever, man...
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Her skin gave off heat like a furnace...
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Should have put her down, I should have put her down, I know that, but...
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You know what... I just didn't have it in me...
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She's the mother of my child.
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You sure? They're dead.
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They have to ask, at least one more time.
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They're dead.