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Hey. Andy!
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Andy. Andy.
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What's going on?
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No one could replace Bobby.
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I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to one-man hugs
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and emptiness at the end of every spaghetti noodle.
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Trav?
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His eyelids are closed, which means he's sleeping.
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Unless his eyelids have collapsed. Is that a thing?
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I should feed him. No.
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I already fed him.
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Is that A.M. Or P.M.?