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Lamb Mannerheim: This is me, before the accident.
[standing in the ocean in a sundress]
Lamb Mannerheim: And here's me after I was barbecued in jet fuel.
[sitting on the beach completely covered]
Lamb Mannerheim: The old-me was content, virtuous; believed in everything.
Lamb Mannerheim: [sundress] Marshmallow.
Lamb Mannerheim: What an idiot.
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William: [seeing her grope for her pain pills] Would you like something stronger? Like a gun?
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