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Thanks.
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I appreciate you coming down here, but I'm fine.
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How can you be fine?
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Your dad just ripped your heart out.
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Plus, you can barely keep up with a 50-mile-per-hour fastball.
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That's not on me! The machine's throwing junk!
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Talk to your dad.
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Pete needs to know that he cannot treat his son like this.
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No.
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It's my fault. I should have known better.
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Oh, come on!
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It's his fault I can't hit a line drive!