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Queen Gunhilda: It's your daddy's fault you were the way you were, not mine. 'Cause I loved you... lip smackin' little junkie baby. Irritable and hyperactive, you was, just twitchin' and spasms and convulsions. Your daddy blew smoke in your face to keep you quiet; you know that, mm hmm. I think it what damaged you, well don't blame me, cuz. I breast fed you forever... Jeliza Rose you know I love you, don't you? I'm sorry baby, I'm gonna do something real nice for you real soon some day, I promise.... What the fuck are you doin'? How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from my chocolate, you little bitch?... Oh honey, I don't want you to leave me, Jeliza Rose. I can't get by without you, Jeliza Rose.
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Noah: [frantically] It was the methadone that killed her. Should have kept her on the junk. I should have just cut her dose and kept her on it. Now she's dead and... I don't have a car.
Jeliza-Rose: Please don't be sad. Now we can eat all her choc bars. Look...
Mitch Cullin
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