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It's the bullet from when you shot me. Remember in the warehouse, early in our partnership? Oh. Yeah. I remember. Well, I thought since I'll never likely penetrate you, I'd commemorate the one time you penetrated me.

They don't know that we know that they know we know. And Joey, you can't say anything. Couldn't if I wanted to.

We need to remember what's important in life - friends, waffles, and work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter. But work is third.

I don’t mean to say that what happened wasn’t traumatic. Obviously, it was traumatic. To end up where we did, in the middle of nowhere, completely cut off from the lives we left behind. That brings up the real question, doesn’t it? What was so fucking great about the lives we left behind? Because this is what I remember of all that. I remember not being enough. I remember wanting to be more.

I'd forgotten how much you loved me. I'd forgotten how much I loved being her. Amy Pond, in the TARDIS, with Rory Williams. If you love me, don't let me in. Open that door, I will, I'll come in. I don't want to die. I won't bow out bravely. I'll be kicking and screaming, fighting. To the end. Tell Amy, your Amy, I'm giving her the days. The days with you. The days to come. The days I can't have. Take them, please. I'm giving you my days.

Man, that was a hell of a thing you did, knocking on my door that day. Roll all your windows down, Randall. Crank up the music. Grow out that 'fro. Let someone else make your bed. I like making my damn bed, old man. Then you make it. You deserve it. You deserve the beautiful life you've made. You deserve everything, Randall. My beautiful boy. I haven't had a happy life. Bad breaks and bad choices. Some would call it sad, but I don't. 'Cause the two best things in my life were the person at the very beginning, and the person at the very end. That's a pretty good thing to be able to say, I think. I think so, too.

This carnival's a joke! Congratulations, Lakewood. Happy one hundred years of lying to yourself. Lakewood is cursed. People die in this town. All the time. And we act like nothing happened. I almost died. And you know what I saw? Nothing! No white light. Just big, black, empty nothing. And that's where Jake is right now! Instead of up here with me, where he belonged. Unless we wake up and stop acting like this isn't Murderville, we're all gonna end up like Jake. And we'll deserve it.

Forgive me for the harm I've cause this world. None may atone for my actions but me. And only in me shall their stain live on. All I can be is sorry. And that is all that I am.