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"...Yes?"

"...I'm not fully awake but go ahead, Bobby. Speak."

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"...It's okay, Bobby."

"Donald's alive. Yes. Just messing with you, buddy."

"You're too hard on yourself, Bobby. You calm my anger so I'll calm yours, okay? Or... we can be partners and crime and ruin the world. Second one sounds way more fun, personally. But, just breathe Chance. You're the smartest kid I've ever known. You do everything right because you're Chance. Now, believe in yourself just as much as I believe in you. All of the colleges want you! Just open up the last envelope. Harvard wants you, Chance! Hell, Harvard needs you!"

"My throat is starting to hurt. Shit. Never talked so much in my life. But let's ignore that. Your mom is fine, Chance. She'll get better, okay? Women are strong. I should know. She's fighting for her family. You. Now, just wait it out and everything will be fine."

"I need water. Dear god, my throat is crying in agony. But, you're welcome, Bobby."

"Because you didn't trust me? I understand, Bobby. I'm sure you don't...really trust me now either but since we've talked so frequently, what's there to lose?"

"No problemo, Bobby. Now, Farah needs sleep."