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What the fuck was that? How can I fucking disappear when I don't have anywhere to go besides death? How does that work exactly? Because it sure as hell wasn't Heaven -- or Hell, for you smartasses.

[Private to Dick]
How long was I out gone?

[Private to Rex]
You okay? What did I miss?

Back in Boston, we always hated tourist season. It wasn't as bad in Southie, but downtown was a fuckin' nightmare. There weah all these people around who had no idea what the fuck they were or weah they were goin'. These optimistic assholes who think the North Church was made just for them to come visit years later, who walk over the site of the ( Read more... )

I wonder how anyone graduates and how anything gets done here when you people are undermining each other constantly.

[Private to Dick]
How are you doing, guy?

[Private to Rex]
[Costigan switches to audio. His voice is slightly strained.]

I'm coming over. Tell me you don't have company.

[Private to Una]
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When I first got here, it seemed like you just kind of knew most of what happened around here. Now all kinds of shit can go down and no one has any idea. It's like the real world. Everyone's so wrapped up in their own fucking problems that they fail to see anything else.

[Private to Dick]I have something I want to tell you, but first you have to ( Read more... )

Can someone please tell me where the fuck Hoffman got heroin to even inject Amanda with? I think it would be nice to know where some serious drugs are coming from and how people are getting needles and shit. I mean, thank fuck it was someone who could at least exploit the situation instead of Molly or Bruce or someone completely fuckin' innocent. [ ( Read more... )

It's quiet..

Is anyone keeping records of the people leaving? I'd like to talk to someone if they are.

[Private to Dick]
Thanks for helping me in port.

I want to talk to you about Mal.

[Private to John]
I need a couple passages to remind me to be grateful. You think you could find some for me? If it's not too much to ask.

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Some of yous guys are studying Barge comas. Is that right?

[Private to Mal]
It was a coma. You know I would have come. You have to know that.

[Private to Rex]
I'm sorry I disappeared, kid. How you been?

[Private to David]
You stayin' out of trouble?

[SPAM for Dick]
[See comments.]

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Call me nostalgic, but I still feel like my fahkin' terrible life was bettah than this piece'a shit Bahge. Theah's the people who think no one's gonna fahkin' touch 'em and then theah's the queeahs who want to be abused. They fahkin' feed off it. The rest of us who ah just tryin' to get by get caught in the fahkin' crossfire.

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[Costigan's talking in his usual chill voice, which is pretty much devoid of accent.]

When my dad died, the father at the service said it gets easier to deal with death as time goes on. I know he wasn't exactly talking about my own death, but I still feel like he had no fuckin' clue.

[Inmate Filter, minus Crane & Slade]I need some alcohol. Anyone ( Read more... )