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Tk, tk.
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I said, "don't look at me."
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Pity about poor ol' six.
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How does that make you feel, 313?
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Be honest.
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If you can't confide in two, who can you confide in?
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I wish you'd--
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Would help him.
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There's something inside six that refuses to be unlocked.
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And perhaps the prospect of death will unlock him.
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Death unlocks us all.
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And still, he clings to his abstinence.