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“ the ocean, huh? never fails to provoke a person to musing on philosophical shit.”
“ but are we insignificant?”
“ very peaceful in repose, there.”
“ you know your deadline’s ten tonight?”
“ so what are you doing in bed?”
“ were you out last night?”
“ i call that a gross abuse of your time. what little you have, and getting less.”
“ two bones to be broke. your decision which. and digits don’t count, you understand? finger, toes… they don’t count at all.”
“ you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”
“ suggest you get out and get looking then. beg, borrow, steal, only get it, and bring it.”
“ are you sure, ‘cause i just got paid, i can give you, like… two hundred?”
“ yeah, he wants to fuck you!”
“ what’s the other stain?”
“ so, can i help you in any other way?”
“ any idea where he went?”
“ what the fuck are you doing?!”
“ get that away from me, man.”
“ go for it. come on, go for it.”
“ you are under surveillance, big style.”
“ what the fuck are you doing here?”
“ we need to have a chat.”
“ why the fuck would i want to have a chat with you?”
“ ‘cause i’m dying, [name].”
“ you’re fucking dying?!”
“ i hate to appear like this right outta the fucking blue, but… you know the shit between you and me is unresolved.”
“ and i just thought the situation now being what it is, that we could talk.”
“ if i was you i’d work harder, man.”
“ either that, or just resign yourself. try and find a state of zen, of acceptance, yeah?”
“ all i owe is a grand, man. might as well be a mill, chance of me getting it by tonight.”
“ are you off the drink?”
“ so, what other options have you?”
“ that’s right, you know the fuck?”
“ ‘we’ll see?’ i’m only fucking dying, [name].”
“ how am i? i’m sick of fucking seeing you.”
“ are you gonna take that shit?”
“ i heard tale that you give the occasional loan?”
“ that shit you were saying back there, man, i didn’t like it.”
“ well, i want an apology, fuckhead!”
“ well done, man. the fuck was that about?”
“ well, i wouldn’t like to hear you say, ‘cause that’d mean you’d had a big fucking mouth.”
“ financial reward’s pretty much assured, and that’s pretty much the extent of my peddle. question is, do you want to purchase?”
“ will you pay attention?!”
“ the thing is, we need an extra man.”
“ we could blackmail this fuck.”
“ hey, why didn’t we look for any cash?”
“ you’re not gonna fuck me, are you?”
“ never doubt that i’m a man of my word, all right? and that my fucking word is my fucking bond, understand?”
“ you just ended yourself. another broken bone, that’s three now.”
“ man, you nearly killed me! i’ll have it tomorrow, all right?”
“ you’re illegally parked.”
“ look, you didn’t take my gun, did you?”
“ you’re the only one with the fucking key.”
“ he called, he said it was over.”
“ no. no, wait a minute, open the fucking door! [name]!”
“ so predictable, man. the last place you wanna go is home, cause that’s the first place the fuck who’s after you look.”
“ i didn’t hear it break. go again, man, just to be sure.”
“ what the fuck were you thinking?!”
“ no. you saved me my legs. you’re gonna cost me my life.”
“ fucking crying again… all right, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”
“ you did what you thought was right.”
“ that was a long fucking hour.”
“ what do i think? i think you need to dispose of the body.”
“ the wise man advises. are you gonna help?”
“ in case you hadn’t noticed, man, we’re in deepest, fucking peril.”
“ what, in case i miss the f– i know the fucking way, man!”
“ still, it’s something we never did, you know?”
“ you’re wasting your fucking time, man.”
“ now, that saddens me, now.”
“ i want you to know, it doesn’t bother me.”
“ man, i’m hip to all that shit.”
“ just wish you would’ve told me, though, you know?”
“ hey, forgiven, forgotten. you know what i’m saying?”
“ you been here all fucking night?”
“ why would you wanna do that?”
“ if i tell you something, do you promise not to go bananas?”
“ now, don’t be going bananas, now.”
“ you’re not fucking dying?!”
“ the night before last, death came to me.”
“ it wasn’t a dream. i can still differentiate, it was real!”
“ man, there i was feeling sorry for you!”
“ you and me have shit we need to resolve, fucking tout suite!”
“ we’re gonna have to burn your car, do you mind?”
“ all right, fucking burn it, i don’t give a fuck!”
“ was it awkward at all?”
“ i don’t get it, how could you be dying?”
“ forget it, you don’t want to know.”
“ ah, it requires a leap of faith he wasn’t willing to make, and you more than likely won’t be either.”
“ try me. i’m willing to at least make the effort.”
“ the room got cold. really quick, like really cold.”
“ now, why did he choose you?”
“ oh, he left that ambiguous too, did he? pretty convenient.”
“ well, i’m sober now, for one…”
“ i’m kinda convinced there still might be hope.”
“ i’ll only be there half an hour! or say, an hour.”
“ maybe you’re the wanker!”
“ i’m not the wanker has you pulling your hair out every other night, i’m me, having to suffer it out.”
“ he’s been blowing hot and cold on you, man, the last two fucking years!”
“ i’m just saying, give her a fucking break, man.”
“ what you said was fairly fucking insensitive.”
“ yeah, you know, tough love and all.”
“ shit fucking had to be said.”
“ any coke on you? cocaine.”
“ what we’ll do, is, we’ll talk to them.”
“ freeze, motherfucker. move and i’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
“ now, get down on the ground, man. down on the ground. tout fucking suite.”
“ go on, man, i got your back.”
“ don’t even fucking breathe.”
“ you’re not talking to me… all right, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
“ no, fuck that. ring him, if you want.”
“ shut the fuck up man. shut. the fuck. up.”
“ what’s the story? do you want your money?”
“ and since you shared in the schemes and ‘ception, it’s only fitting you shared the loot.”
“ relax, we’re not the cops.”
“ are you sure about this?”
“ no, it’s fine. it’s fine. just don’t blame me, you know? just don’t blame me.”
“ are you getting out or what?”
“ what occurred in the past, is in the past.”
“ what’s wrong with me? what was i lacking?”
“ no. don’t start going down that road, now, you hear me?”
“ you’re lacking nothing. you’re funny, for one.”
“ let’s not forget the fella i shot last night.”
“ you’re right. night after night, my fucking bullshit. how did you put up with me?”
“ idunno. maybe i’m the bigger idiot.”
“ yeah, you are an idiot.”
“ listen, i really appreciate this.”
“ this is beyond the fucking beyond, man…!”
“ what the fuck did you do to him?”
“ what the fuck are you doing? that’s spit.”
“ that’s what he gets for trying to get you killed.”
“ and thanks, you know, for saving my bacon, and shit.”
“ you’re welcome. so will you get me some coke now?”
“ fucking shut you up. i said yeah, didn’t i?”
“ the coke procurement is as far as my obligation extends.”
“ none of your business.”
“ it wasn’t your fault though.”
“ i’ve only done what anyone would’ve.”
“ oh, you know? fucking four years later.”
“ because you blamed me.”
“ i understand you were hurt. but weren’t we all? weren’t we all?”
“ but fuck it, you’re right, it’s more than your obligation extends, so… anyway, can we get my coke now?”
“ fuck man, you’re flush.”
“ circumstances can change really quick, man. all you need is a bit of luck.”
“ i’m just saying, you’re fairly enigmatic.”
“ fucking reaper… tell me you don’t believe that shit.”
“ get over myself? pfff…”
“ wait, i have to go back… i have to go back for [person/thing].”
“ now, do you want to mourn them, or do you want to join them?”
“ i made a mistake! i was confused.”
“ shut the fuck up, and try and take it like a man, you prick, you.”
“ they left me no alternative, you know?”
“ hey, fuckhead. stay. the fuck. awake.”
“ i- i fucked it all up.”
“ i’ll kill him now if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
“ listen to me! don’t go there! they’re gonna kill him anyway!”
“ if you go, you’ll both be dead! you fucking know that! don’t go!”
“ it is never ‘just putting up with you’, understand? i love every minute of it.”
“ how the fuck are you gonna make a trade, if you’ve nothing to make a trade fucking with?”
“ i beg you! please, please don’t!”
“ you nearly fucking killed me!”
“ mind my valuables, yeah?”
“ take your gun out and drop it.”
“ get down on your knees.”
“ i’m calling this screwhead’s bluff, man.”
“ it’s just me. we’re getting out of here, all right?”
“ i swear to fuck! i’m fucking warning you.”
“ i’m alive! i’m alive, sweet fuck!”
“ never has anyone given me so much grief, man.”
“ any last words before i do you?”
“ yeah, well, if it wasn’t for him, you’d be in jail.”
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