"hello?"
"you're leaving me. that's my problem."
"what do you want me to do about it, dan?"
"nothing."
"you know i love you."
"i do."
"so why is this happening?"
"i'm not good enough for you."
"what?"
"you were going to leave me eventually because i'm really not good enough for you. you'll meet someone who is a lot better, nicer, more attractive and i'll be left here."
"why would you think that?"
"have you met me?"
"yeah, actually, i have. that's why i don't know why you would think that?"
"everyone leaves me for someone else."
"so to make it hurt less, you wanted to leave me? what the fuck?"
"no. i-i don't know."
"i still don't get it."
"phil, i just can't do it."
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