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- What is it? - I know you don't mean to hurt me, but...
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Of course I don't.
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That's the last thing I'd ever wish to do.
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Then why do you shove me away?
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I don't want to, not at all, but...
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If you're going to talk about your wretched arm again,
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I won't listen.
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It's not just my arm. I'm too old for you.
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You need a young chap with his life ahead of him.
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But your life's ahead of you.
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Oh, my dear. If you knew how much I'd like to believe that.
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Then it's settled.