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Mike: How did you get over it? I mean, how long did it take? Rob: Sometimes it still hurts. You know how it is, man. It’s like, you wake up every day and it hurts a little bit less, and then you wake up one day and it doesn’t hurt at all. And the funny thing is, is that, this is kinda wierd, but it’s like, it’s like you almost miss that pain. Mike: You miss the pain? Rob: Yeah, for the same reason that you missed her… because you lived with it for so long.  *duh, this dialogue is not in the scene pictured above. You try finding a good picture of Rob and Favs and I’ll change it. 

Mike: How did you get over it? I mean, how long did it take? 
Rob: Sometimes it still hurts. You know how it is, man. It’s like, you wake up every day and it hurts a little bit less, and then you wake up one day and it doesn’t hurt at all. And the funny thing is, is that, this is kinda wierd, but it’s like, it’s like you almost miss that pain. 
Mike: You miss the pain? 
Rob: Yeah, for the same reason that you missed her… because you lived with it for so long. 

*duh, this dialogue is not in the scene pictured above. You try finding a good picture of Rob and Favs and I’ll change it. 


February 10
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