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PATRICK: Wretch. My fingers, they bleed. I bit them to the bone.

JACOB: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.

J&P: I feel her with me, when I know she's not. Where has she gone? Does she remember?

J: Face first in failure. Failing in everyone else's eyes. Why don't you just live for yourself and fuck everyone else.

J: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do.

P: Mercy, behold her. The fire has spread through the roof. The angel of death does a saint's work. The fire has spread.

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