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"They do a lot of talking about truth these days, Buck. A lot of demanding about it too. I don't think they like my answers, whether they're honest or not. The truth is that people are messy. People are complicated and no amount of us vs them politics are going to clean that up...."
"The truth is, I would've loved you in any way you'd let me. Maybe that's illegal, maybe it's sick and twisted, but... we both did our fair share of illegal things. I've seen sick and twisted and this isn't it. I like to think you'd agree, at least on some of that."
"I'm almost scared you wouldn't. I know you like girls but, but I think I like girls too. But I loved you. That doesn't make sense, does it. Maybe I am kidding myself and this is some weird grieving thing. Wouldn't be the weirdest..."
"God, it's probably a good thing you can't hear me. I must sound like an idiot. A drunk idiot. Fuck."
"You should've been the one who lived. You'd do so much better. I'm sure you'd have a wife and a job and a house by now, and wouldn't be talking to grave stones at midnight."
".... I should probably go, I don't want to get mugged. Or arrested. ............... Take care, I guess....."