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Dante:*wakes up sweating* Fuck...*sigh*
Dominic:*picks up his ringing phone* What?
Dante: Hey man..
Dominic: Oh Dante. I uh, didn't expect you to call.
Dante: Well I'm calling. How've you been?
Dominic: Good I'm just...doing something.
Dante: Something?
Dominic: Look it's not important, what do you want?
Dante: Well I just woke up in a cold sweat remembering you falling into hell.
Dominic: Oh.
Dante: You remember that right?
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Dominic: Yes...I remember.
Dante: Why'd you jump?
Dominic: ....
Dante: Why did you jump man? We could've walked out together man. I-I I mean you got people killed but I didn't care. I didn't even know if you were alive or you died on impact.
Dominic: ......
Dante: Hey it's fine. It's not like I'm eight years old still thinking my brother is dead. Heh, you survived right? You're too stubborn to die right? Haha! It's not like I spent every night thinking I killed you! Hahaha!
Dominic: Dante. If you're trying to make me feel bad it's not gonna work.
Dante: Yeah because you FEEEL! ONE DAMN! EMOTION! YOU BLANK FUCKING WALL!!
Dominic:*sigh* Goodbye Dante.
Dante: Bye!*slams his phone and starts sobbing* Fuck! Man!
Dominic:*rubs the bridge of his nose* What the fuck is wrong with him? I care. I just don't want to remember. I need a drink. And a gun.
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