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I'm not a child.
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Right here's fine, Doctor.
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We'd been hoping that the therapies we had Max on
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would keep his lungs going for a few more years
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until he reached puberty,
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at which point surgery would be a more viable option.
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But his asthma is being complicated by that scarred lung
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and I don't think we can take that approach anymore.
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Give me that fuck. Give me that fuck.
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Come on! Fuck! Come on!
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You're the lucky man.
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500, yo.