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By Paul Dailly

Maggie: What are you gonna be doing? Bellamy: Thinking of you.

By Paul Dailly

Henry: What the hell is she doing here? Fred: She broke in.

By Paul Dailly

Margaret: I don’t hate you, Frederic. Fred: I know, Ma.

By Paul Dailly

Jacob: I miss my parents. Margaret: I know. Jacob: Maybe i’ll see them again. After they die. Margaret: Maybe.