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| Listen, I can't be a second father to you because I don't know how. Hell, I can barely take care of myself. | |
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| Well, I can suffocate you with over-attention and transplant my self-dout and neuroses into your impressionable mind. | |
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| That's okay. I've already got two moms. I don't need another. | |
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| Are you sure? Cause you seem pretty happy and carefree. Maybe someone needs to pick up the slack here. | |
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