[There's a sharp grouping of clicks fluttering on Harvey's side of the line; it sounds like something winding up or spinning.]
I remember falling.
[The clicking ceases abruptly.]
Some gasoline and bullets. That's all a city needs to crumble; a city of cowards, criminals, crooks. Fuck them all. Drown them all. Burn them all. Haven't we gone
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You must get tired of arguing with yourself. Don't you, Harvey?
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I'm happy for you. That makes it easier on me too.
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