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| Y'know what, Gabe? I love you. And that's why I've brought you here. I can't watch you destroy yourself like this. | |
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| Seriously, Gabe. How long can you function this way? I mean, someday you're going to want to have a life, a job, maybe even a wife and kids. | |
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| You have a drug problem, Gabe. And the fact that you're hearing this from a FUCKING SQUIRRELL might be an indicator that you need some help. | |
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