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Hobo: I think I'm okay now. I just tell my brain when I know I'm hurting... I just say, "I got nothing for you buddy... nothing to make it go away, so just go to hell," and he goes. He's like a brother to me now, and brothers fight sometimes.
Abby: Well, I think it's time to put you and your brother to bed.
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Hobo: I'm gonna sleep in your bloody carcasses tonight!
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