i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
I ain't calm! [It's not as though he's detached from the situation — it's a struggle just to keep his voice level while discussing such a bleak outcome.] I don't like it any more than you do. It's just.....ya did ask.
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