Frankie:
It feel suddenly as if all the clocks stopped ticking and the world stops moving. That there isn't, the hate, the end, of good. What are you left with? Other than this, thing called hope. I knew all along that I didn't understand it. This was a charade. Not a place where people want things, but a place where people lost, and lost badly."
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