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Jessica: Sir, are you okay? What happened?
Damon: I am lost.
Jessica: Laying in the middle of the road?
Damon: Not that kind of lost. Metaphorically, existentially.
Jessica: Do you need help?
Damon: Yes I do. Can you help me?
Jessica: You’re drunk.
Damon: No.. Yes, I am a little, maybe.
Please don’t leave, I really do need help.
Jessica: I don’t want any trouble.
Damon: Neither do I, but that’s all I got, is trouble.
Jessica, I have a secret. I have a big one. But I’ve never said it out loud, I mean, what’s the point?
It’s not going to change anything, it’s not going to make me good, make me adopt a puppy.
I can’t be what other people want me to be, what she wants me to be. This is who I am Jessica.
Jessica: Are you going to hurt me?
Damon: I’m not sure, because you are my existential crisis.
Do I kill you, do I not kill you.
Jessica: Please don’t.
Damon: But I have to Jessica, because I am not human. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world. That is my secret. But there is only so much hurt a man can take.
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