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All right. If it feels right, you can throw up.
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- Done. - Yeah, sure, sure.
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Travis, honey, come here.
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If I die, I need to know that...
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You will never be able to move on.
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How about I grieve for a few months,
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But then I look for you in every girl I date?
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Deal.
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What? This is not funny. When I'm gone,
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Who's gonna help you not become too closed off?
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Hmm? And, Laurie, who's gonna make sure
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that you believe in yourself?