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Sometimes I thought they got each other more than I did—two sides of a deeply fucked up coin—but they were going to literally fucking kill each other someday.
Broken clocks are right twice a day you know.”
“You need a fucking therapist, dude.” “No, I need to kill The Hatter, put my mother in a home, and spend an entire week shit-faced fucking a revolving door of porn stars.”