Nostalgia breeds imagination--in this case, by extrapolation.
[Meredith] ...why the hell am I here? Why am I still here? And why are you here too?
[Glenn] Well, you never chose to leave,--
[Meredith] Well it was you who told me that they'd be "persecuting" me or some other fancy big word saying that they'd be after my ass or something. How do
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