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Clara:<br>
My son<br>
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Jamie:<br>
Your son?<br>
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Clara:<br>
Dylan’s 13 now<br>
My son lives with his dad<br>
My son, he has a good life, big fun<br>
In his Michigan home<br>
I wasn’t a good wife<br>
But still, I miss him today and tomorrow<br>
And I always will<br>
My son<br>
When he left, I was crazy, way gone<br>
Bellevue depressed, no one could break through my darkness<br>
No one, not even my son<br>
I’ve a chemical imbalance they say<br>
Four lithium carbonate tablets a day and I’m swell<br>
Like hell!<br>
Don’t tell my son<br>
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Jamie:<br>
I presume I’m fired?<br>
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Clara:<br>
Effective immediately<br>
I’m sorry, Jamie<br>
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