"What makes Doug M. think he's different from everyone else."
"I guess— only because I am different from everyone else."
"Fine, good. We got a problem here, let's address it." Frank G.'s hands grappled with the air. "You don't seem to realize that you are your friends. That's who you are— the people you attract, who you keep around you. Now, I'm a part of you, right? Just a little taste, maybe— lucky dog, you. A bigger part is this goddamn cancer tumor part, I'm talking about your knucklehead friends. Seeing them tonight?"
"Okay. Do this for me. Take a good long look around. Because those faces you see staring back— that's you."
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