“It's like 7 p.m., my dude. Who are they? My mom's version…” — Morbid at 39:41
“It's like 7 p.m., my dude. Who are they? My mom's version of me? We get back to land, and Cody drops me off in front of our cabin while he docks the boat before dinner. I sit outside and finish my beer on our old little dock. He meets up with me about 10 minutes later and says dinner is canceled. No one was at the…”
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