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What do you hear, Starbuck?
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Nothing but the rain.
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Grab your gun and bring in the cat.
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You should go.
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You know, my very earliest memory of my father
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was him flying away on a big plane
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and wondering when he was coming back.
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He's not coming back this time.
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No, he's not.
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Neither am I.
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Where are you going?
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I don't know.