T.M.: Grandpa? How you holdin' up? Larry: I need...I don't think I can drive... T.M. : I'm here, Grandpa. I'm here. Larry: Lorelei was passin' by...helped me... Lorelei: Not by much.T.M. Thanks for your help, Lorelei. Lorelei: Some help. T.M.: Nothing you could've done. Six more tumors started before the end...eighteen in all. At least...it was quick. Lorelei: Quick. Sure.

Lorelei: Boy, I'm glad to see you guys. I don't understand people. At all. how someone'd choose to die horribly...than be dumber...more forgetful...like me. What's so...wrong?Lorelei: What if...my smarter self decides she'd ratehr die than be...me? She hates becomin' me...why do they all think bein' smarter's...everthin'? How dumb's that?



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