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See, when I was doing so badly,
I couldn't see outside myself,
and now I can, but I don't even know if it's any better
'cause Adam's gonna figure out what I'm actually like
and there's no way he's gonna like it
because he has such a depth of feeling,
and no one can even rival that.
I definitely can't,
and soon he's gonna get bored and feel stifled
by being with someone who can't match
his strength of emotion.
Did Adam ever tell you about Margaret?
Mm-mm. Is she an ex? 'Cause I don't care about that stuff.
- I just don't even ask. - No, she was our cousin.
But she died when she was 12.
Muscular dystrophy.
That's awful. I'm so sorry.
It was really awful, but from the time she was five years old,
he started going over there every single day,
and he would sit there in the living room
next to her hospital bed holding her hand,
playing with her.
He did anything she asked.
He would dance like a princess for hours if she wanted him to,
which, you can imagine, he was really good at that.
But all she wanted to do, really, before she died,
was go to a real high school dance, you know?
So, Adam, his senior year,
told his girlfriend that he wasn't gonna take her to the dance,
and instead he went out and he spent all of his savings
from working at the supermarket.
He bought Margaret this beautiful,
teeny-tiny little dress
and he wheeled her onto that dance floor,
lifted her into his arms for the final sweeping song.
When she died the following week,
she was clutching the wilted corsage
he had given her in one hand
while holding his in the other.
That sucks.
It's a rough one, but I really thought you should know.
Wait, so was it a tiny dress because she was, like, tiny from the disease,
or was it like a
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. What?
I just didn't know if the disease had made her really tiny.
Oh, my God.
You know what? Now it makes sense
why Adam's being so irrational.
This puts it all into perspective.
No, it doesn't, because I made it up!
What?
- Yes, I made it up - What?
And you didn't even shed a tear.
Your little brow didn't even furrow.
That's so *** up!
- That is so *** up! - Are you serious?
What is wrong with you?
What's wrong with you? Nothing's wrong with me.
Oh, my God.
It's cool, man. I like you.
Laird, it's fake. It's not real.
Just 'cause it's fake doesn't mean I don't feel it.