[speech is slightly slurred; you can tell she's been drinking, but her voice is still fairly clear]
They always leave, don't they?
[crinkling sound as she smooths out a crumpled piece of paper, then the click of a lighter; she's not burning the paper or lighting a cigarette, just watching the flame from a lighter she never uses.]
Coming back, not so
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Still, if you need to talk... well, you know the rest.
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