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I should have done something.
There was nothing you could have done.
I just sat here and I let him die.
No, you didn't. We didn't let him die, okay?
There was nothing we could have done.
He jumped down there to save us, okay?
He was the one.
He was the boy I was gonna marry.
Hey.
First grade...
and we get left there by our moms...
for the day.
It's like the first real day of school,
you know, without your folks around.
And Dan was this chubby little kid.
No, *** it.
He was a fat ***.
And so our moms all leave...
but Dan wouldn't let go of his mom's hand.
And even after she left he just stood...
at the front of the class...
crying like a total ***.
- That sounds like Dan. - Yeah, you have no idea.
Anyway, so the teacher...
oh, what's her name?
Mrs. Schifrin.
So Mrs. Schifrin is trying everything...
to get the fat kid to stop crying.
And she says,
'You know, maybe there's somebody...
somebody else you know in the class.
Maybe you have a friend you want to sit with.'
And this little *** points right at me and says, 'Him.'
Now I've never seen this kid in my life.
But for some reason he pointed at me.
- So you had to sit with him? - Yeah, for a whole week.
Whole first week of school I had to share...
my little cubby with his fat ***.
Oh, gosh.
He was a ***. I never let him forget it.