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          ‘ i thought you might take it as an easy out, maybe. you’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t like talking, right ? ’

          ‘ i just –– i don’t know. forget it, it doesn’t matter. sorry.  –– – how are, uh– how are things at work ?’

          ‘ doesn’t really seem like there’s much of one left, really. ’

          ‘  –––––– right. so what does matter then ? ’

         ‘ yeah –– – i guess not. i know you and mom didn’t always get along, or get along at all, really. but still –– there were good times. like when you used to play football with me, or when you’d bring me to the park. i know things were a lot SIMPLER for me back then, and i probably can’t understand what it was like for you, but there’s still happy memories. and they’re more important than focusing on the BAD ones. ’