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stop that and sit down.

would you like me to fix you some food?

you’re so full of baloney.

please talk to me.

have you been having nightmares again? you look tired.

i’ve been as bad as i can be.

you want me to tuck you in?

i don’t give a goddamn where you go.

oh, christ.

it will be all right, baby, don’t worry.

where on earth have you been?

nothing would make me happier.

you’re nobody special.

who needs them.

jesus christ, look at me, will you?

not yet, baby, we’ll go to the store later.

i worry. i really do.

you’re going to get in trouble.

makes me want to cry into my goddamn baseball glove.

well, i hate you, i really do.

you’re always welcome to come and talk if you have anything on your mind.

it’s time you got some normal shoes.

you should grow up to be free. do you understand me? free.

don’t forget these.

more hot chocolate?

there are four kinds of people in the world, just like the seasons.  

religion weighs me down.

“and you haven’t been sleeping as much as you should, either.”

“i really don’t know what i’m going to do, but i know that you’ll be there for me. i know that.”

“but first we have to get you cleaned up. you stay right here, okay?”

“every time i fix you something nutritious to eat, you turn your nose up at it.”

“i don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you better get it together. get it together quick.”

“go back to sleep. it’s six in the morning, honey.”

“i want you to know that it’s not just your problem, but ours. i’m here, whatever you need. whatever you want.”

“you haven’t been eating right, you know that, right?”

“you look tired, baby.”

“it’s just i don’t want you to feel alone with this thing.”

“we can be a family, just the two of us.”

“you just felt the way that you were feeling at that time, and acted on it. you didn’t think about how you would feel later, what the consequences would be, nothing.”

“every night i think it’s a dream and when i wake up and realize it’s the truth i don’t know what to do.”

“is it about today? do you want to talk about it?”

“i still love you, but i want you to think about this some more.”

“there’s nothing positive about dying, nothing.”

“i’ll fix you a big breakfast.”

“you don’t know what it’s like to be me, have my problems, my concerns, deal with what i deal with every day.”

“okay, sweetheart, i’ll eat all by myself, but don’t complain when you miss out on the best breakfast i’ve ever made.”

“i’m doing this because i love you, i have since the day i met you, and i will as long as you live.”

“that’s why i do what i do, that’s why i ask you to take care of yourself and if you aren’t willing to do it, i’ll run behind you like you’re a child until you do.”

“you left for a reason, and at the time, in your mind, it had to be a good reason, so you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“i want us to be a family again.”