(crying) I'm breaking down here, man.
You'll be okay, farmboy, everything will be okay.
Since December, everything has gone wrong.
It'll all be all right. Trust me.
Nothing is working.
Can I talk to you later?
Why don't you talk to me now?
Right now I need...I don't know what I need.
I'm gonna...I don't know, but I don't know if I want to talk...
I'll be here whenever you want to talk, buddy. You take care of yourself. Don't do anything harmful, okay?
I'll talk to you later, maybe.
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