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Gemma: [Last lines]
[while dying, Older boy is about to zip her in a body bag]
Gemma: I'm not your fucking mother.
Older Boy: What?
Gemma: I... said... i'm not... your... fucking... mother.
[Dies]
Older Boy: Whatever.
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Gemma: What am I suppose to do with him?
Molly McCann
Extended Reading
