[The only answer is a long silence as he struggles for any sort of composure, to keep breathing, to keep... being. Because that's what...]
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You know why I started to act like her? The drinking, smoking... [He makes a soft sound, something that is torn between a sob and a humorless chuckle] I was afraid that I'd forget her. That if I kept doing these things, I would always remember her.