The
Diner of Love
3503 Angel Square Court
Llanview, PA
"Nothin' Could Be Finer Than Some
Lovin' In the Diner"
"There ain't no lovin' like some diner lovin', hey ho"
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"Nothin' Could Be Finer Than Some
Lovin' In the Diner" |
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What can I get you?
Coffee's a dollar
I hope you like whip cream.
I just love the Voice of the Night. We have this special connection. |
MARCAL SCENES PAGE 28
Scene 33 All the Things Left
Behind
Thursday, October 2, 2003 At The Palace Restaurant, Joey, Jen, Ron and Marcie are sitting at a table. Marcie seems to be somewhere else. Joey: Marcie? We're talking about art history class. Marcie: Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not really interested in classes. Ron: Marcie, you haven't eaten anything all day. At least have some dessert. Marcie: I'm not hungry. Nothing matters, not without Al. Everyone looks uncomfortable. Marcie: I'm sorry, you guys. You've been great and I don't know where I'd be without you, but sometimes I just feel really lonely, even when I'm with a group of people. Joey: It's OK. You're probably going to feel like that for a while. Ron: Yeah. It's going to take some time, Marcie. You just got to hang in there, OK? Marcie: No. Because if I stop feeling like this, then that means I'm letting go of Al, and I'm never going to let go of him. Ron: Hey, that's not what I'm saying. Joey: Marcie, you're always going to have your connection with Al -- the memories you guys made, the stuff you did together, the things you learned together. No one's saying you should give any of that up. Ron: Marcie, just don't forget about the rest of the world out there. There's a lot of people who care about you and need you. Rex walks up with Karen. Rex: Evening. Joey: What do you want? Rex: A man can't pay his respects? Marcie, I am sorry about your boyfriend. Without Al around to promote Midnight Logic, I see a financial downsizing in Ultra Violet's future. This is Karen. Ron: Hey, I'm Ronnie Walsh. This is my sister, Marcie. Rex: (to Karen) You remember my ex, right? Karen: Sure. Joey: Joe Buchanan. Jen's my wife. Ron: Haven't I see you in Ultra Violet, too? Karen: I like to meet clients there, yes. Joey: It's a little loud in there to talk business, isn't it? Rex: Well, Karen's so good at her job, it doesn't take much talking to get it done. You know, Jen, you've got good people skills. You should try Karen's line of work. You could hook Jen up, right? Jen: I don't think so, but thanks, anyway. Rex: Oh, don't sell yourself short. At least keep it in mind. I've seen what you can do. Later. Karen: Good night. Rex and Karen leave. Joey: You think he's really moving on? Ron: Yeah, I'd -- I'd say so. Joey: Well, I hope Marcie can get some sleep. Jen: Yeah. Joey: Can you believe what Rex said, I mean, about Al to Marcie? I wonder if his new girlfriend knows what a slime he is. Jen: Rex and Karen -- they're not going out. Joey: What makes you think that? Jen: Just a feeling. Maybe they are. Anyway, who cares what Rex does, hmm? Joey: Not me.
The next day at the police station, Marcie is sitting at her desk. Bo and Nora walk up to her. Bo: Welcome back. Nora: Good to see you. Marcie: You, too. I'm glad to be back. Nora: Well, it's almost 5:30, and I certainly don't want to be late with my audience with Daniel Colson. Excuse me. Come on. I want to talk with you for a second. Bo: I spoke to Gabrielle, and she thought that you would want to know that they're burying Al today. Marcie: Yeah. I'm glad his parents are with him. Bo: And I also spoke to Viki, too, and the family would like to fund a Voice of the Night scholarship for the university. Marcie: Really? Bo: Yeah, yeah. It would be in Al's name, and it would be open to any student who's majoring in communications. Marcie: Oh, that's wonderful. Al would really get a kick out of that. He'd never believe it, but he'd think it was great. Nora: OK. He's all yours. Bo: OK, I think we're going to be just fine. Nora: Shouldn't be long. I'm just going to appeal to Daniel's humanity. Bo: Oh, then we won't wait up for you. [Nora chuckles] Nora: He smells blood in the water. Bo: Unfortunately, it's Antonio's. Joey appears and walks over to Marcie. Joey: Hey, Marcie. Marcie: Hey, Joe. What brings you here? Joey: Is my uncle here? Marcie: No, he's out. You want to leave a message? Joey: No, no, that's OK. I'll catch him later. Marcie: Something wrong? Joey: No, no, I was just in the neighborhood. Marcie: Well, I can tell the commissioner that you came by. Joey: OK. Marcie: OK. Joey: This looks like a good place for you. Marcie: Yeah. Yeah, your uncle and Nora, everybody's been really nice. Joey: Well, Jen and I are here if you need us, too. Marcie: Thanks. Joey: You know, actually, I know you don't want to put too much on your plate right now, but I could really use your help. Marcie: Sure. With what? Joey: Well, we didn't have this conversation, but it's the choir at St. James. The main girl who usually does our solos, she moved to Cleveland, and, frankly, without her, they could use a new incredible voice. How would you feel about being the lead singer? Marcie: Oh, that's really sweet, Joe, but I'm Catholic. Joey: Oh, come on. Once they hear you, I guarantee you, the choir will go non-denominational. No, really. We have a Buddhist singing bass. Come on. I know you want to. Marcie: Oh, I'll think about it. Joey: OK.
At St. James, Jen is in the office. The phone rings. Jen: St. James Church. Joey: Hey. What's going on? Jen: Hey. Joey: Do you have any plans for tonight? Jen: What'd you have in mind? Joey: I was thinking maybe dinner, and then, after that, I'm flexible. Jen: That could work. Joey: Good. Pick you up in 15? Jen: I'll be ready. Damn it! Ugh!
Later at the police station, Ron walks in. Ron: Back to the grind, huh? Marcie: Yes. But if people come checking up on me, I'm going to get fired. Ron: I'm not checking up on you, all right? Actually, I've got some news. And I don't care what you say. You need to be around family right now, Marcie. Marcie: Ron, we have gone over this before. I'm not going back to New Jersey. Ron: Yeah, and I know how stubborn you are. So that's why I'm going to be sticking around Llanview for a while. Where's Mommy? Marcie: Ron, you can't just pick up and move to Llanview. You have a business to run. Ron: Marcie, I have people who can cover for me, OK? I can put another guy on part-time, and this is just temporary, OK? Just while you regroup? Marcie: Ron -- Ron: No, no, listen to me. I am your big brother, and I want to be here if you need me. You got that? Marcie: I got it. Ron: And you can deal with that? Marcie: I guess. Stop it.
Tuesday, October 7, 2003 At the police station, Nora is talking to Marcie. Nora: There, and here. I doubt you've been eating or sleeping recently, huh? Marcie: No, I haven't been sleeping much. But eating, well, that's a whole other story. Sometimes I can hardly eat anything, and then other times I eat whatever I can find. Last night I ate a whole pint of ice cream. Nora: Oh, that sounds wonderful. Anytime you want to share a pint of ice cream or talk, you just call me, OK? Anytime, seriously. Marcie: Yeah, well, when I talk about it, I just feel worse. Nora: I understand that, too. I've been there. And anytime you want to get out of here, Sergeant Bowles did tell me that he thinks he could scare up someone to answer the phones. Marcie: Thanks, but I think I’m doing a lot better. Nora: You're doing great. You are. What kind of ice cream was it? Marcie: Chocolate brownie fudge. Nora: Oh, my favorite. The phone rings. Marcie: Llanview P.D. How may I direct your call? Man: This is the Voice of the Night, reaching out to all you lost, lonely souls out there. You're not alone. Marcie: Al? Oh, God, Al? Man: Gotcha, fatso! Bo: Marcie, what happened? Nora: You OK? Marcie: That was someone pretending to be Al. Nora: What? Bo: Sergeant, put a trace on this line, OK? The guy's not going to get away with it. Marcie: No, I’m OK. Gabrielle walks in. Bo: No, you get a name and get a squad car over there, OK? We're going to bust this jerk. Gabrielle: Was that someone pretending to be Al? Bo: Yes, but we're not going to let that happen again. Honey, don't let it get to you.
Later, at the police station, Gabrielle shows Marcie a number of pictures. Gabrielle: These are photos of Al when he was a little tiny baby. Marcie: Really? Gabrielle: Yeah. And I thought you might like to have these. Marcie: Is that him? Gabrielle: Yeah. Marcie: Oh, are you sure? Gabrielle: Yeah. Marcie: I wish I knew him when he was little. Gabrielle: Yeah. Do you think the next day or so you could come with me, because I need to clean out his room. I thought maybe you might like some of his CDs. And I don't think I could bear to do it alone. Marcie: I couldn't, either. I’ll be glad to come with you. You know, the Commissioner, he's been really worried about you. Gabrielle nods and then heads for Bo’s office. She bumps into Nora. Nora: I’m sorry. Gabrielle: Thank you. Gabrielle walks into Bo’s office and sees him sitting at his desk. Gabrielle: I need to say something, and I know I won’t be able to do it if I’m in your arms.
At Angel Square, Ron walks up to Marcie who is standing in front of the Luna statue. Ron: Hey, sis. Marcie: Hey, Ron. Ron: Hey. What happened? Marcie: Nothing. Ron: Hey, something happened. Hey, look at me. Spill. Come on, what happened? Marcie: Somebody called the PD pretending to be the Voice of the Night. Ron: What? Marcie: They called me fatso and then they hung up. Ron: Oh, hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You recognize the voice? Marcie: It sounded like Al. But the call was from Indiana. It must have been Deke and Madison, those creeps. Ron: We got to do something, right? Marcie: What? Ron: Something. That angel. Marcie: What are you talking about? Ron: (looks up at the statue) Look at that angel face, huh? What kind of world is this, huh? This is my sister, Marcie. She loved Al. Neither one of them deserved this! That's right, you just stand there with your stupid wings, like life is so great. Well, it ain't great, is it? Marcie: No. Ron: No! We're hurting down here! Marcie: That's right! Ron: Tell her! Marcie: We're hurting! Ron: That's right! Marcie: How could you do it? How could you take Al away from us? Ron: Tell her! Marcie: He never hurt anybody but himself! He had his whole life to live for!
In Bo’s office at the police station, Gabrielle is trying to explain something to Bo. Gabrielle: When Al died, my heart died. I’m still walking around, and I don't know how. Bo: I know. And I understand. When Drew died, my whole life fell apart, and I lost my bearings for a long, long time. Gabrielle: Then you know. I love you. But I can’t marry you.
In Angel Square, Ron and Marcie are looking at a photograph. Ron: I can’t believe it looks just like him. Marcie: I know. Ron: Exactly. Marcie: I know. He's never going to get old. Ron: No. Marcie: You know, I -- I know I said that I’d be fine without you, but now that you've decided to stay, well, I’m really glad. Ron: Yeah, well, just remember that when I’m bossing you around. Marcie: You always do. Ron: Yeah, well, that was always the easy part. Now comes finding a place to live without having to pay an arm and a leg, you know what I’m saying? Marcie: Yeah. Ron: Hey. Why don't you come with me while I check it out? Marcie: Oh, no. Ron: No, come on, come on, come with me. Marcie: Ronnie -- Ron: Come on, come on. Marcie: Ronnie, wait.
At Foxy Roxy’s, Roxy and Nigel are dressed in costumes. Roxy: Look at me! I look like someone's little Chihuahua, all dressed up! Nigel: Well, I look like a Mardi Gras float. If this is what you're looking for in a partner -- Nigel groans. Roxy: No wonder our chemistry all went kapooy. Nigel: No, excuse me? How could I have any chemistry wearing this -- this sausage casing? Ron and Marcie walk into the salon. Ron: Wow. Uh -- didn't know Llanview had such interesting people. Marcie: Roxy, is that you? Roxy: Well, I used to be. Anyway, Roxy at your service. Ron: Well, I’m interested in the apartment upstairs. It's a short-term lease, right? Roxy: Well, actually, it's anything that you want it to be. Ron: Great. I've got good credit, I have my own company back in Jersey, and -- well, is there any chance I could see the place? Roxy: Yeah, right this way. Not that it's important or nothing like that, but what is it that you do? Ron: Construction. I do a lot of roofing. Roxy: What a kinky-dink. You know, my roof is just about to sprout a leak. Ron: Really? Marcie: No way. Is that you, Nigel? Nigel: Guilty. Marcie: Oh, I wish Al could see you right now. Nigel: I was very fond of Al. Marcie: He would've loved seeing you in this getup. Nigel: Perhaps he can.
At the police station, Gabrielle and Bo continue their conversation. Bo: Gabrielle, I love you. And as far as getting married, I mean, we can put that on hold. You know? I understand. When I lost Drew, I kept waiting and waiting for everything to just be the way it was before, and it -- it doesn't happen. Because the pain, it never goes away. Gabrielle: I don't want the pain to go away. No. No, I don't want the pain to go away because if it goes away, that means I must be forgetting, and I don't want to forget. I don't ever want to forget a single thing about Al. Bo: I know, and you won’t. Gabrielle: I can’t. Bo: You won’t, honey, but it -- after some time, it does get manageable. Gabrielle: No. Manageable? No. For you. For you maybe it did get manageable, but it's not going to be manageable for me. Everywhere I look, I see Al, everything I see. Llanview is Al for me. Bo: And I’m here. And I’ll see you through this. I will, I promise. Gabrielle: Nobody can promise me that. Bo: I can. I love you. And I’m going to be right here with you just as long as the good Lord's willing. Don't give up on us. All right? Give it time. Bo: Don't -- Gabrielle: Bo, please. Gabrielle: I have nothing to give you right now. I’m sorry.
At Foxy Roxy’s, Ron comes back into the main area of the salon. Marcie: So, how was it? Ron: Well, it smells a little bit like that hair-rinse stuff, but I guess as long as I don't light a match, I should be OK. Marcie: Well, Roxy lives right across the hall. Nigel: You'll never get away from her. Ron: Well, that's OK. I actually think she's kind of fun. Roxy comes back as well and approaches Marcie. Roxy: Marcie? I just want to tell you, I’m so sorry about Al. He was a great guy. Marcie: Thanks. Roxy: But so is your brother. Well, why don't we drink to my new tenant? Ron: Oh -- uh -- no, thanks. Marcie: Yeah, I don't really drink. Come on, let's go. Ron: OK. Marcie: Mm-hmm. Roxy: You know, you got to tell me ex-- you got to tell me exactly when you're moving in.
Thursday, October 9, 2003 In Al’s room at Llanview U., Marcie is sitting on the bed. Someone knocks on the door. Marcie: Who is it? There is another knock. Marcie: Who is it? Gabrielle: Marcie, it's Gabrielle. It's OK. It's just me. It's all right. Marcie opens the door and Gabrielle comes into the room. Marcie: OK, I’m sorry. I’m just a little jumpy. Al’s phone rings. Marcie: Oh, my God. Gabrielle: It's OK. Here, I’ll get it, OK? Marcie: OK. Gabrielle: Shh. Hello? I’m sorry, he's not here. I’m sorry, he won't be. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Later, Gabrielle looks in the boxes Marcie has packed up. Gabrielle: It's good. You started putting things together. It's good. Marcie: I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just -- I -- Gabrielle: You're apologizing again. Marcie: I’m sorry. Gabrielle: I am so sorry that I was late. Marcie: I had a hard time getting here myself. Every -- every night I go to sleep promising myself that it's all going to be OK, but then I wake up and it just feels worse. Gabrielle: Yeah, I just told Bo the same thing. Marcie: Why aren't you wearing your ring? Gabrielle: I had to take it off. Marcie: Why? Gabrielle: Because I can't think of my future. My future is -- I can't live in the present, either, because it's too bloody painful, so I -- yeah, I stay where Al is. Marcie: Yeah, but Commissioner Buchanan -- doesn't it help to have someone? Gabrielle: But I have nothing to give, you see, so it's ve -- very selfish and unfair of me to put him through that. Gabrielle glances around the room. Gabrielle: Marcie? I owe you an apology. Marcie: I’m sure you don't. Gabrielle: Yes, I do. I need to apologize to you for all my unsolicited advice about style and clothes and diet and such. Marcie: Oh. Well -- Gabrielle: I want you to know Al put me in my place. Marcie: He did? Gabrielle: Yes, he did. He said, "You, Mother -- you keep your opinions to yourself." Marcie: Oh. Gabrielle: But, hey, that's not what I -- that's not the important part. No, the important part is when he said to me, "You see, I think Marcie is the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, just the way she is." Marcie: Really? Gabrielle: He loved you madly. Marcie: I loved him madly. Thank you for telling me. Gabrielle: Come here. They hug. Later, Marcie hears a noise at the door. She opens it and spots River leaving some flowers. River: Hey, sorry, sorry. I didn't know anybody was here. It's just been kind of a rough day for me, and for you, too, obviously, so -- I was going to leave these for Al, but -- Marcie: Oh. That's really considerate. River: Yeah. Marcie: Well, what kind of music did you like best? I mean, that he played, I mean. River: All of it. If the Voice played it, it was right. I mean, whether it was something sad or something that just happened, it was always perfect music. Marcie: You want to come inside? River: I have a lot of his shows on tape. Marcie: Yeah, his -- his mom gave me his music. River: That's good. Marcie: Yeah. These were -- these were some of his favorites. You know what, you should have them. River: Are you sure? I mean, these are all imports. They're all one of a kind. Marcie: Yeah, that's right. River: Thank you so much. Marcie: Yeah. You know what? Take this, too. River: Oh, my God. No, no, no, no, no. Marcie: Yes. Yes, please take it. Please? River: I’m going to go. Marcie: OK. River: Thanks. Marcie: Bye. River leaves and Marcie closes the door. Gabrielle walks into the room from the bathroom. Gabrielle: Who was that? Marcie: A fan of Al’s. Gabrielle: And he brought some flowers, too. Marcie: Yeah. He said he didn't know where else to leave them. Gabrielle: Ooh. Oh, Marcie, look. Oh, how pretty. Marcie: Oh, my God. Gabrielle: Are you OK? This been too sad for you? Marcie: No. Gabrielle: No? Marcie: No, no, it's OK. Gabrielle: OK. Marcie: I was remembering that I was just telling Al that I got Jen a photo album just like this and how I wanted one for myself that would cover my whole life with the man I loved. Gabrielle: Well, it looks very much like Al started one for the two of you. Marcie: Yeah. Marcie and Gabrielle sit on the bed next to each other and look through the photo album. Gabrielle: You see? There you are. There's a picture at Al's graduation. See how beautiful you looked? Marcie: I was so proud of him. Gabrielle: Well, I don't think he ever would've seen that day without your help. Marcie: Well, if you never asked me to tutor him, I never would've met him. Marcie turns a page and laughs. Gabrielle: What? Marcie: Oh, Al always knew that I planned everything so far in the future. Gabrielle: "Al's graduation from remedial obedience school." Right. Marcie: "Al helps Marcie build bridges as she circumnavigates the globe on a unicycle." He's so silly. Gabrielle: Oh, there's more. Oh, look at this -- picture of you here. "Marcie at mission control for Al's first solo flight to the moon." Marcie: "Marcie and Al after the birth of their first child, named after her beautiful mother, Marcie." "18th wedding anniversary: Snowboarding down Everest." The rest of these pages will always be blank. Gabrielle finds a roll of undeveloped film. Gabrielle: Hang on. Maybe not. It says "for Marcie's photo album." Marcie: Oh. Do you think the one-hour photo place is still open? Gabrielle: I think it is. Here. Marcie: I’ll be back in 60 minutes. Gabrielle: OK.
Monday, October 13, 2003 At St. James, Marcie walks into Joe’s office. He is sitting at the desk. Marcie: I hope I'm not interrupting. Joey: No, please do. I'm drawing a total blank for Sunday. So, how'd your meeting with the choir director go? Marcie: Well, he asked me to sing, I did, and he said he liked me. Joey: He'd be crazy not to. Is that what took you so long? Marcie: No. Actually, I was in the old vestry room for a while. Joey: What were you doing in there? How could you stand the mess? Marcie: It's not a mess anymore. I cleaned it all up for you. I updated the files. I put them away -- Joey: Marcie, you shouldn't have done that. Marcie: I'm sorry. I -- Joey: No -- Marcie: I'll ask first next time, I promise. Joey: No, no, no, no, no. It's not that. It's -- I don't want you to feel like you have to do things for me. Marcie: But you and Jen are doing so much for me. Joey: That's because we're your friends. We don't want you to feel alone now. Marcie: Yeah, well I never thought I'd have to be alone again. You know, I thought me and Al, we'd have it all -- the kids, the dog, the washer, the dryer, the backyard with a grill. But if we can't, well, you and Jen should. Joey: Well, I don't know about the grill, but definitely the kids. Lots of kids.
At the hospital, Rex tries to comfort Jen. Rex: You OK? Jen: The doctor said it was a spontaneous miscarriage. I'm not going to have Joe's baby. Rex: I'm sorry. The doctor comes into Jen’s room. Doctor: The best thing is to go home, Jen. Stay off your feet. Jen: I rode on a motorcycle. Could that cause a miscarriage? Doctor: It's nothing you did. You were only a few weeks pregnant. It's not uncommon. Make sure she gets plenty of rest. Rex: She thinks I'm your husband. Jen: Thank God Joe wasn't here. If he knew about this -- Rex: So, what if he did? Jen: He didn't even know I was pregnant. Rex: Yeah, but you were going to tell him, right? That's what you said. Jen: Joe would've been so happy. He wants us to have kids. I never should've rode down Llantano Mountain. I hit all those bumps. Rex: Jen, you just heard the doctor. It wasn't your fault. Jen: I didn't want to be pregnant. I got what I wished for. Rex: It doesn't really work that way, OK? Look at Roxy. She didn't want kids. Here I am. Jen: Yeah, you're right. I probably would have screwed the kid up, anyway. Rex: Jen, you are going to make a great mom someday. Jen: You don't believe that any more than I do. You're the one that's always telling me I'm nothing but a party girl. Rex: Now. But when you're ready to have kids -- Jen: Just don't tell Joe, OK? Rex: Sure. Whatever. Listen, maybe you should come back to my place, just till you're feeling better. Jen: I want to be with Joe. Rex: Look, I still think you should go home. The doctor said it's not -- Jen: I just need to be with Joe. Rex: Fine. Go get him. Jen: Rex -- thank you for everything. Rex: Anything else I can do? Jen: Just don't forget to not tell Joe about this, OK? He can never know that I lost our baby. Rex: I got that. See you around.
Jen walks into Joey’s office at St. James. Jen: Hi, guys. Joey: Hey. Marcie: Jen, hi. Jen: Hey, what's going on? Joey: Marcie's just saving my sanity. That's what's going on. She's helping me get totally organized. What have you been doing all day? I finally broke free, but your cell phone was off. Jen: Sorry. Joey: It's fine. Everything OK? Jen: Yeah, it's fine. I've got you. How could everything not be OK? Joey: Goes for me, too.
Later, Jen and Marcie are alone in the office. Jen: Joe's checking out the vestry. He can't believe how much you organized it. I mean, he's always joking about what a disaster it is and everything -- Marcie: Jen, what's wrong? Jen: Why? Why would you -- why would you think that anything was wrong? Marcie: We've been through a lot together. I think I should know by now. Jen: I'll be OK. Marcie: But you're not. Come on. What happened? Jen: I just had a miscarriage. Marcie: Oh, my gosh. I didn't even know you were pregnant. Jen: Nobody did. Not even Joe. Marcie: Why didn't you tell him? Jen: I -- I just found out, and then whenever I was going to tell him -- I was going to, and then I lost the baby. Marcie: What are you saying? Jen: I just wish I'd been more careful when I found out that I was pregnant, that's all. I just -- Marcie: Oh, Jen -- Jen, you don't think it's anything that you did because it's not. These kinds of things, they happen all the time. I learned that when I worked for Dr. Conklin. Jen: But this is twice that it just happened. What if I'm not even able to have kids? Marcie: It doesn't mean that. You and Joe can try again. You're lucky. Jen: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you -- Marcie: No, listen, everything reminds me of Al. It's -- Jen: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all this on you like this. Marcie: No. No, it's OK. But you should be talking to Joe. Jen: I can't. Marcie: You're not going to tell him? Jen: I don't want him to feel like this. Marcie: But, Jen, he'd want to know. Jen: But he can't. He can't, Marcie. You've got to promise me that you're not going to say anything. Please. Marcie: OK, OK. If it'll make you feel better, I'm not going to say anything. Jen: Thank you. Thank you so much. Marcie: Come on. That's what friends are for, right? You'll be fine.
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