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Derek, you need to come home.
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What's wrong? Is it ma?
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It's Desiree.
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She's been hurt.
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Either my big brother's in the room,
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or somebody else is wearing his nasty-ass cologne.
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Well, hey there.
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Where's mom?
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I sent her home.
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I wanted her to get some rest.
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Desi?
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What were you thinking?