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— You see, Vincent... you're the missing part of my life. And I'm the missing part of your life. When we find mama... We can fill the missing part of hers. We won't be alone any more. We can be a family.
— A family? You mean, like, with a Christmas tree... and Thanksgiving dinner?
— And a real home... where you'll always be welcome.
— Always?
— Even when you've been bad.

- You see, Vincent... you're the missing part of my life. And I'm the missing part of your life. When we find mama... We can fill the missing part of hers. We won't be alone any more. We can be a family.
- A family? You mean, like, with a Christmas tree... and Thanksgiving dinner?
- And a real home... where you'll always be welcome.
- Always?
- Even when you've been bad.
- You see, Vincent... you're the missing part of my life. And I'm the missing part of your life. When we find mama... We can fill the missing part of hers. We won't be alone any more. We can be a family.
- A family? You mean, like, with a Christmas tree... and Thanksgiving dinner?
- And a real home... where you'll always be welcome.
- Always?
- Even when you've been bad.
- You see, Vincent... you're the missing part of my life. And I'm the missing part of your life. When we find mama... We can fill the missing part of hers. We won't be alone any more. We can be a family.
- A family? You mean, like, with a Christmas tree... and Thanksgiving dinner?
- And a real home... where you'll always be welcome.
- Always?
- Even when you've been bad.
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— Why did you do that?
— Because I love you, dude.
— Well, I know that I'm bisexual, but I don't like you like that. I thought you were a lesbian now or into kitchen stuff or some shit?
— No, Adam, you idiot. You're my friend. I love you like a friend. Are you okay?
— No one's ever said I was their friend before.

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So I'm hopeless. Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry. Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do? But be a thug, out slangin' with the homies, fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs. Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide. My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, why do we die at an early age? He was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge, my memories of a corpse.

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