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Oh, no, no, no.
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He was his usual self, you know,
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smiling away, playing with his teeth.
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I just don't feel very well, Doc.
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I don't know what the hell's wrong with me. Cough.
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What, am I going delirious from the medication?
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I don't know what the hell...
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Roy!
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Roy, I thought you were dead.
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Saw two men, and they were carrying the body away.
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And then I tried to pinch your toe.
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I run after you,