-I'm dying, baby. I'm sick as a dog. I'll be dead in six weeks. I'm dying.
-What are you talking about? What happened? Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I didn't know. What'd they say? What's the prognosis?
- Take it easy, Ethel. Hold on. Hold on.
- Wait a second. Listen. I'm not dying. But I need some time. A month. Maybe two. I want us to -
- Ethel.
- Baby. I am dying.
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