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I am happy.
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I'm talking about when everyone else goes home.
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Look...
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I know. Okay? I know.
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Just think about it.
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I mean, you're a music teacher who doesn't play music anymore.
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Call me crazy.
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Okay, Crazy.
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- I'll see you at home, okay? - All right.
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No, I ain't got no daddy.
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See, my pops is a drunk.
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And my mama, she took off with this crackhead named Little Jesus.