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    You all right?


    Aw, man,


    I fuckin' hate this place.


    Here, man. Have a hit.


    I'm not ready to die, James.


    Well, you're not going to die out here, bro.


    Another two inches.


    Shrapnel zings by, slices my throat.


    I bleed out like a pig in the sand,


    Nobody'll give a shit.


    I mean, my parents'll care, but they don't count, man, Who else?


    I don't even have a son.


    Well, you're going to have plenty of time for that, amigo.


    - Naw, man - You know?


    I'm done,


    I want a son,


    I want a little boy, Will.


    I mean, how do you do it, you know?


    Take the risk?


    I don't know, I just...


    I guess I don't think about it.


    But you realize every time you suit up,


    every time we go out


    it's life or death. You roll the dice


    and you deal with it.


    You recognize that, don't you?


    Yeah


    Yeah, I do.


    But I don't know why.


    Yeah.


    I don't know, JT. You know why I am the way I am?

    Naw, I don't.

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