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Look, you're a really nice old man and I'm glad to see you're walking every day with your diabetes and all, but this is getting ridiculous. Now I wish I'd never told you that I once lived in Italy and all that. I mean, no offense, and thanks for telling me about the bathroom at the institute, but I just don't want to have to talk to anyone about anything anymore. I don't know, it just wears me the fuck out. I don't want to have to respond and nod my head and come up with things to say. I wish you well, I really do, and I like your accent, but I don't have much time for myself anymore and I look forward to coming out here with my boy whenever I can so he can ride his bike while I get to follow him around, thinking about things and maybe Facebook whatever comes to mind even if it's just some stupid bullshit like this right now about you.