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That's what friends do for each other.
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It goes both ways.
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So you want to run around out there
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with walkers on chains eating twigs?
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- I mean, is... is that right? - We held our own.
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Eight months! Eight months on the road moving place to place,
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scavenging, living in a meat locker.
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That was no life.
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I'm tired. I'm tired.
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I don't have another eight months in me. Not like that.
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And you, I...
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What about me?