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(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Kane is in the
building, nigga...

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Now tell me how you love
it You know you at the top

When only heaven's
right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to
fuck with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know

This that Slumdog
Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends never
hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the
girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all
them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin' So this
shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go

(MEN SHOUTING)

{PROMISES PLAYING)
-(MEN SHOUTING)

Ahh!

(EXCLAIMING)

I know what the problem is.
None of the players are black.

- Whatever, Reg. Come on, man.
-(DOORBELL RINGS)

REGGIE: That's my Lionel
Messi move right there.

Watch again. Graceful.

I might be playing the
wrong sport, y'all.

- Happy days. Happy days, fellas.
- VERNON: Vince!

Angela's got her money

and we have all the pictures
back on file, everything.

We can finally move on to
bigger and better things.

- For real, man. Thanks, Spencer.
- SPENCER: Come on.

VERNON: So everything is cool?

SPENCER: Everything
is now everything.

Okay, everything's everything.

So, what, you gonna swipe my
catchphrase now? Is that it?

Man, chill, Reggie.

I'm just saying we don't have to
be slobbering all over the man.

You come here trotting on your
high horse like you saved the day.

Let's not forget all this shit was
Spencer's fault in the first place.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. I just
came to deliver good news.

That's what we wanted to do.

Well, next time... (SCOFFS) A
fucking phone call will do.

Wow.

Well, you're lucky I didn't
call Vernon and tell him

about your little joy ride you
took with Angie the other night.

- Joy ride?
- He's tripping

SPENCER: I wish I was tripping. She
gave me the entire rundown last night.

Every gag-inducing detail.

Man, what the fuck
you do now, Reggie?

Nothing. I took her home
just like you asked me to.

And we were bonding over
what an asshole Spencer is.

But I wasn't the fucking
asshole who disrespected her

and made her take the bus home.

- You did what?
- She jumped out the car.

Because you pulled your
pecker out at the stoplight.

Listen, man, we was
getting along.

I thought she wanted to fuck.

So that's your move?
Pull out your dick?

REGGIE: What's the big deal?

What's the big deal? You
offered to pay her.

Everyone got the
right to get paid.

JASON: What the fuck is
wrong with you, Reggie?

Reg, hey, you treated her
like a piece of meat.

- Angie didn't deserve that.
- I thought she was a ho.

That shit ain't right, Reg.
Ange, she cool.

She ain't even a ho like that.

That's discriminatory.

My cousin Felicia,
cooler than a mother.

But she an enormous ho. I mean,
suck your dick through your jeans.

What? Felicia ain't cool at all.

I didn't say nothing 'cause
I thought nothing of it.

Exactly, that's the problem.
You don't think about shit.

You don't consider the consequences
and you have no respect.

Man, you said I could
trust you, Reg.

- You didn't do what I asked.
- Wait, wait.

And you disrespected a woman.

Man, just get up out
of my face right now.

REGGIE: What are
you talking about?

I ain't got shit to say to you
right now, Reggie. Bounce.

Oh, wow.

(SCOFFS)

Uh... (STAMMERS)

You know what? Fuck...
Fuck all y'all.

You don't appreciate me,
you don't deserve me.

Nate.

(SIGHS)

Awkward transition, but
I spoke to Dallas.

I told them that we cleared this mess up.
They're gonna send over an offer today.

Vernon, buddy, it's
time-sensitive.

Not now, y'all. Look, I got
to drive this shit off.

Hopefully there ain't
no jizz on my seats.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

JOE: Mr. Anderson.

Good, good, hoped to catch you.

I better not miss my tee time.

- No, I just need a minute.
-60 seconds, go.

(CLEARS THROAT) Um...

I just want to let you know I don't
think the whole boat mess was a joke.

Party got insane, yeah,

but we never lost focus of
what we were there to do

and we accomplished our goal.

Yeah, you used my
bling to get laid.

I didn't get laid.

Yet another colossal
failure on your part.

- Thank you, Lanaia.
- You're welcome.

Failure?

This whole sports
division was my idea.

At least give me
credit for that.

It was a pretty good idea.

And I brought Spencer in
when you didn't want him.

- He's exceeded my expectations.
- Mine, too.

Mr. Anderson, Spencer
and I are a team.

If you like his work,
you like mine.

But he's Spencer
Strasmore and you're...

You're just Joe Krutel.

Gold medalist in being
a pain in my butt.

-(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
-(ENGINE STARTS)

I feel like I put something
to rest, you know?

Gained some clarity.

After I passed the CT exam, it's
like new doors have been opening.

- That's great, Spencer.
- Yeah.

I double-checked your results
and nothing's changed.

- It's all clear.
- Ah, good.

I just wanted to be
absolutely sure.

Kind of pulled an Usain
Bolt out of here last time.

(LAUGHS) I believe
the starting gun

was my suggesting that
you see a psychologist.

Oh, no, no, no. I was just really
excited to get the good news.

I couldn't wait to
shout it to the world.

- Mmm, but now you're back.
- Yeah.

Follow-up never killed anybody.

You still having the nightmares?

Flashbacks.

I drilled a guy and knocked
him out of the game.

Suffer any permanent damage?

- Me or him?
- Him, Spencer.

He never played again.

I see.

Was it a clean hit?

Well, depends on who you ask.

No flags on the play, though.

But now I keep seeing his
commercials all over TV.

Dan's Auto Collision.
It's fucking weird.

Dan Balsamo.

I love those commercials.

Look, just nut up and
go see the guy already.

Doc, you watch your language.
(LAUGHS)

I'm happy to help, Spencer,

but this isn't what I do.

You need to go talk
to a psychologist.

Why? I don't need a psychologist.
I'm talking to you.

Bye, Spencer.

(DIALING)

(ON PHONE) Hi, Dan's Auto Collision.
This is Kerri.

Hi, yeah, I'm calling about an
accident I just had. I need some help.

Sure, where can we find you?

I'm at the medical park on the
corner of Biscayne and 74th

in a white Range Rover.

Pretty bad shape.
You can't miss it.

And by the way, if you
could send Dan...

He's an old friend.

Okay, I'll send him right away.

All right. Great. Thank you.
I'll see you soon.

(BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

-(TIRES POP)
-(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES HISSING)

Man, I think you need
to call somebody.

Yep, already did.

This better be important, man.

Julie would kill me if she
find out I was back over here.

Relax, all right? Me and the boys
cooked up something special for you.

- Or this guy did.
- A little TTD surprise just for you, Chuck.

- Ooh! "(LAUGH$)

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON
TW -(CROWD CHEERING)

RICKY: (ON TV) This is a
testimonial of the finest moments

in the career of the
great Charles Greane.

A career that seemed dead has now
risen from the ashes like a phoenix.

SCHLERETH: Charles, there's an old
saying in the National Football League.

Hands are great, but
feet are better.

And you, my friend, had the best
feet I have ever witnessed.

You were the Baryshnikov
of football.

Your teammates used to call you the
Black Swan, for crying out loud,

'cause you were so graceful,
you were so nimble.

You owned that
line of scrimmage.

Word on the street is
Black Swan's coming back.

The game needs you,
you need the game.

Freddy T, my rookie year, told me the
game's like a roller coaster, buddy.

So get your ass in gear.
See you in Foxborough.

It's gonna be nice and cold.
It ain't gonna be Miami muggy.

Black Swan was a monster.

Seriously, there was no
getting around the dude.

That's right.

Whenever I thought I had a
clear path to the quarterback,

he always came back and
shut that shit down.

You should still be
playing, big man.

(GRUNTING) Hey, Charles, if you
have any itch to still play,

you scratch that son of a bitch
off until it bleeds, buddy.

Brother, get back in the game.

I'll see you in
Foxborough, buddy.

Let's go a few more
rounds, motherfucker.

You need somebody to train you?
Call me. I'm your guy.

-(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMS)

That's what I'm talking about.

Feeling that, Charles?

That's an inspirational
TTD joint right there.

Did you like it?

- Can you run it back?
- RICKY: Absolutely, man. No doubt, man.

Hey, the graphics, great touch, man.
Outstanding, brother.

Holy shit.

(SPENCER CHUCKLES)

Blindsided again.

Dan, long time no see.

What do you want?

Well, got a little car trouble.

And, man, I've been seeing
your ads all over TV

and figured I'd throw a
little business your way.

Don't need your business.

Hey, Dan.

You won't even give me a tow?

You wrecked your car as
an excuse to talk to me?

- That's sad.
-(LAUGHS) Come on. You crazy?

You tried to exit on the
wrong side of the road.

What? No, I didn't. The
sun was in my eyes.

You're wearing sunglasses.

(LAUGHS)

Shit.

Shit. The glasses.

Ah, man, look, my car is busted.
I can't take it anywhere.

I just need a tow. We
don't even have to talk.

And I swear to God I
won't bring up the hit.

The what?

I just need a ride.

Please?

-(FIGHTIN' SIDE OF ME PLAYING ON RADIO)
-(EXHALES)

So you got married?

From the commercial.

That's real cool, man.

You guys got kids?

Yeah, I bet you got kids.
(CHUCKLES)

(VOLUME INCREASES)

Love this song, too.

Hell of a jam.

SPENCER: Hey, you got a son.
(CHUCKLES)

That's great.

Had a feeling you were a dad.

You know, not many guys go
from SMU to the league,

especially after
the death penalty.

That's pretty goddamn
impressive, man.

I told you I don't want
to fucking talk about it.

Well, I do want
to talk about it.

- I don't care.
- I do care.

- I don't suck dicks.
- I do... Not...

You almost got me... Do that, either.
(CHUCKLES)

Hon, I brought some stromboli. I
might have overcooked it, but I...

Oh, my God, it's him.

(SIGHS)

Please, let me take this.

Spencer Strasmore. It's
great to meet you.

- Yeah, hi. Thank you.
- Hi. Sure.

This looks great.
Salami or pepperoni?

- Salami.
- Good choice.

Hey, champ! How'd
the scrimmage go?

- Awesome.
- Three for five and two RBIs.

- DAN: Sweet!
- Wow.

(WHISPERS) Who's the bald guy?

Oh, that's the plumber.

- Toilet's backed up again.
-(CHUCKLES)

Big man, Spencer Strasmore.
What's your name?

- Adam.
- Adam, it's good to meet you.

I used to play ball
with your dad.

You a Marlins fan?

- I love the Marlins.
-(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. That's cool.

Well, hey, you know what?

I happen to have extra
tickets to tonight's game

if you and your dad
want to join me.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yeah, that's really
not a good idea.

ADAM: Please? Yes, yes!
Please! Please, Dad.

- That sounds like a yes.
- ADAM: Please.

Danny, let him take
you to the ballgame.

Make him buy you some beers.

Sure you're okay with that?

No, it'd be horrible to have
the house all to myself.

- What in the world will I do without you?
- Yeah.

Danny! All right, we're leaving.

It was good to meet you. I'll
see you tonight, big man.

Bye, Spencer.

I see you're still
playing dirty.

-(DOOR OPENS)
-(MUSIC PLAYING)

- I didn't think you'd be home.
- Hey. (CHUCKLES)

I'm glad you're here.

So what you think?

I gave that to you weeks ago.

I'm just catching up on stuff.

I figure if I put it here,

every time I walk
through the door,

I'll be thinking of you.

And bananas.

It's symbolic, though.

It reminds me also that I'm
done with low-hanging fruit.

I want what's high in the tree.

Reaching for the sky.
I want a coconut.

I want you. You're my
beautiful coconut.

These are yours. I just
came to get my stuff.

You know, Ricky, in the
craziest way imaginable,

you got me to a place where
now I know what I want.

- And it ain't you.
- Who is it, then? Fucking Birdman?

I don't know.

I just know that if I don't salvage what's
left of my self-respect, I'll never find it.

When you do, tell him to go
fuck himself for me, please?

Listen, you have to
want to evolve, okay?

You keep promising and apologizing,
but you don't really do it.

I do. lam. I'm trying to, okay?

I swear to God, I'm trying to.

Talking about my father on
national TV, that was evolving.

And you know what? I couldn't
have done that without you.

You know, the sad thing is,

you're no better than he is.

I'm gonna go get the
rest of my stuff.

You don't have to leave that up.

-(PHONES RINGING)
-(lNDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GROANS)

Hey, you didn't tell me they
were playing the Yanks tonight.

Holy shit. Can't wait to see
Stanton go yard on them.

- Where'd you get the glove?
- Borrowed it from a neighbor's kid.

Meaning you stole it.

I'll fucking return it.

Besides, I figure we're sitting
behind the dugout, right?

- Might stab a few lasers.
- What, are you 12?

I'm not bare handing
a foul ball.

Right, because you jerk off
and catch with the same hand?

You can't take the risk
of breaking a finger?

(MOCK LAUGHING)

Got me.

Relax.

Any hot chicks come around, I'll
just tell them that it's my son's

and he was kidnapped and
it helps me remember him.

I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I
can't take you to the game tonight.

I'm gonna pretend that you didn't just say that
so we can remain friends, 'cause I like you.

I like you, too. I'm sorry,
but something came up.

Aw, come on, man. What
does that mean, huh?

You can't just disinvite me.

Joe, I'm sorry, okay? I promise
you, I'm gonna get you next time.

Who is she, huh? She better
have a magical fucking vagina.

It's not a woman.

(SIGHS)

It's Old Man Anderson, isn't it?

Why the fuck would I dump
you for Old Man Anderson?

Because he's been
showering you with praise

ever since you got those
pictures back from Angie.

Ever since we got those
pictures back from Angie.

Okay? And I made
sure he knows that.

Did you tell him that while you
were on Snapchat together?

You sound like a
jealous chick, buddy.

(WHISPERING) Listen, listen.

Be careful with him. Watch
your ass, all right?

You think life in the
league was hard?

I've seen him shoot 20 guys
in the back of the head.

They don't show up the next day.
They're just gone.

The bodies are buried
all over Boca.

Joe,Joe,Joe. For the last
time, it's not Anderson.

Hey, a lot of vacancy
in Coral Gables.

Might be a nice place
to set up our own shop.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, it's Jason. Let's see how
that Dallas offer came in.

Yeah.

Hey, buddy. Here at the office with Joe.
What's good?

JASON: (ON PHONE)
Dallas came in big.

Wide World of Sports big.

Lead story on SportsCenter big.

Everybody's gonna be
talking about this.

-$45 million guaranteed.
MOE GASPS)

-(JASON IMITATING SPORTSCENTER THEME)
-(LAUGHS) Wow.

That is amazing. Higher
than their last offer.

You're the best agent
in the business, buddy.

Well, the best agent in the business
can't seem to find his client.

He's a 265-pound defensive
tackle in an orange McLaren.

- He's kind of hard to miss.
- Did you call Mama? Marcus?

JASON: I did, you know, and
Dallas wants an answer now,

but I'm afraid he's wrapped
himself up in tin foil

and is talking to
aliens or some shit.

Did you try that laser tag place
he's always talking about?

You know, Joe,

that's not even remotely
helpful, but thank you.

Call me when he surfaces.

(SIGHS)

Well, (CLEARS THROAT)

might not want to tell your new best friend
Anderson about this at the game tonight.

Wow.

Still chickish.

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
-(GRUNTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Violent hands. I want you
violent at the point of attack.

You need a nap, Charles?
We got time.

- No, sir. Here we go, I'm ready.
- Come on.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Quit holding! You're
clicking your heels, Greane!

Widen your stance!

Kick, slide. Kick, slide.
Basics. Come on, man.

Didn't you win a fucking
Super Bowl, Greane?

- Yes, I did.
- A lot of rust.

How much do you want this
comeback, Sugar Tits?

- More than anything, sir.
- I don't believe you.

Let's go.

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
- Come on!

-(GRUNTS)
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Maybe you'd rather sell
me a truck, Sugar Tits.

COACH: Let's go again.

(CHATTERING)

Yo!

- Hey, Sally.
- SALLY: Hi.

I only got two. Do you
mind if the kid slips in?

No problem, Spence. Enjoy
the game, sweetheart.

-(LAUGHS) Bye.
- Thank you.

(DAN LAUGHS)

SPENCER: What?

DAN: This is the life
of Spencer Strasmore.

"Okay if the kid
slips in with us?"

"No problem, Spence."
Must be brutal.

- It's not always that way.
- Oh, just 99% of the time?

Hey, look, I didn't come
here to rub it in your face.

Well, no, you did this out of the
goodness of your heart, right?

Which is why you used my kid.
You're a real class act, man.

Hey, Dan, you know what?
We don't have to do this.

I'll leave you guys alone. You can
watch the game by yourselves.

I'll have somebody take
you down to the box.

Forget it.

Don't go soft on me, Strasmore.

You're doing a real
nice thing here.

- I'll ease up on you.
- You promise?

- I'm a sensitive man.
- Sensitive?

- Yeah.
-(LAUGHS) You're sensitive?

- Jesus.
- Kind of big, too.

After all I've done for that bald,
multicultural motherfucker,

he's gonna hang me out to dry
with Anderson? Me? Fuck him.

They can fuck each other in
the dicks for all I care.

(EXHALES)

- I'm sorry, dude. I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

No, Jaime, you're not here to
listen to my bullshit all day.

How are you, huh? How you doing?
How's your dog?

- Dog's doing fine.
- You know what I read the other day?

This is fucked up.

It's a myth that dogs
are color-blind.

You know, maybe you'd be better
off without this Spencer guy.

- No, no, no.
- Just saying, Joe.

You got to embrace the freedom that
comes with being your own boss.

I mean, look at me.
Don't I look happy?

Anyways, I got to run, dude.

- Pick up Grandma.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

All right. (SIGHS)

Man.

Call me.

- Drive safe.
- JAIME: Yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

SPENCER: You got a great kid.

DAN: We can cut the
bullshit now, dude.

Just tell me what's
on your mind.

Okay.

I meant to hurt you that day.

I mean, you were completely exposed. I
could have pulled back, but I didn't.

Instead, I chose to
light you the fuck up.

I make no apologies about it. It's
the type of player I was back then.

I'm well aware of that.

It's football. Players
are aware of the risks.

What if it was you
that got laid out?

Would you want a handshake,
a "no hard feelings"?

Some show of respect?

Dan, I didn't have
that in me back then.

I took that hit, I put it in a box
and I buried that motherfucker.

That was it. I moved on.

And for whatever reason,
after I retired,

that moment's been haunting me.

Look, I know I'm late.

I'm just trying
to make it right.

You did me a favor.

Don't say that, man.

I've been dining out on the idea

you robbed me of my chance
at greatness for years,

telling everyone Spencer
Strasmore was dirty,

when the reality was I was
a great college player,

but I was a below-average pro.

Come on, man. You made
it to the highest level.

Six teams in eight years.

Man, it got to the point where
I stopped making friends

'cause I knew I wouldn't be around long
enough to remember everybody's name.

- You never had that problem, did you?
- No.

In all my time in the league,
I never scored a TD,

played in a playoff game, had
a single moment of glory.

Not a cheer from the crowd.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I was chasing something
I was never gonna get.

I was done when we met, Spencer.

I mean, do I miss football?
Yeah.

But that hit that you've
been losing sleep over,

that was a straight-up
mercy kill.

I've never told that to anyone.

(CHUCKLES)

"(GROANS) "(SIGHS)

Better than talking to a shrink.

A hell of a lot cheaper, too.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Check it out. Check it out.
Giancarlo Stanton.

Giancarlo! Whoo!

(CHUCKLES) Hi there, Spence.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, that's my boy.

But I won't introduce you as my
fucking plumber, by the way.

Adam. Adam. Come on.

- SPENCER: What's up, brother?
- What's up, man?

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you, too. How's it going?

Everything is good.

This is one of your biggest
fans, Dan Balsamo.

Dan, what's going on, man?

- Great to meet you.
- Good to meet you.

All right, and this is
the big man right here.

GIANCARLO: What's
up, little man?

- How you doing?
-37 home runs.

- And counting.
- Oh! Look at you. You know your stats.

Want me to sign this? All right.

Hey, how'd it go?

You didn't text me.

Mmm.

No word just yet.

Baby, what happened?

What drills did you run?
You do some pass sets?

Oh, yeah. A bunch of those.

Some punch drills.

Okay, I want to know more.
Was Siefert cool?

Did you tell him how my aunt grew
up in the same town as his mom?

No, I didn't get a
chance to do that, baby.

He was kind of busy
screaming at me.

The GM was screaming at you?

Mmm. Yeah.

It was a different side of
him I never seen before.

He, uh, kept calling
me "Sugar Tits."

A nickname is a good sign.

I really think I blew it.

Everybody counted on me to get it back
and I just landed square on my ass.

Oh, baby, it couldn't
have been that bad.

No, I literally
landed on my ass.

Like right on it.

Right on your ass?

(EXCLAIMS)

Aw, shoot.

Look, nobody wanted this comeback
for you more than I did.

You know that. I'm sorry, baby.

But I do have some news that
might ease some of that pain.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I was supposed to have my period
a while ago and I didn't,

so I took one of these and...
Barn.

(LAUGHS)

- Are you sure?
- I'm positive. (LAUGHS)

Yes, I'm sure.

So I'm gonna be a daddy?

Yes. Ooh! Daddy.

I like that way more
than Sugar Tits.

(LAUGHS)

I love you, baby.

I'm gonna be a daddy. (CHUCKLES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Commissioner, thank you.

Hey, Spence, shouldn't
we get to our seats?

You owe me some beers.

I do owe you beers.
Yeah, but one second.

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA) We direct
your attention to the field.

Throwing out our
ceremonial first pitch,

please welcome Miami Dolphins
legend Spencer Strasmore.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Thank you.

COMMENTATOR: (ON TV) Spencer Strasmore is
certainly a fan favorite here in Miami.

The former Dolphins
defenseman...

DAN: It's great to
be the king, huh?

Not bad.

ANNOUNCER: Joining him is former
Buffalo Bills running back

and owner of Dan's
Auto Collision,

Mr. Dan Balsamo

and his son, number
11, Adam Balsamo.

(CROWD CHEERING)

- Holy shit.
-(SPENCER LAUGHS)

Not a bad plug? I told
your wife to watch.

COMMENT AT OR: (ON TV)
...throw out the first pitch,

and that certainly
was a great matchup

when they were playing
head-to-head in the NFL.

Okay.

Thank you, Commish.
Here you go, big man.

All right, let's do this.
Yeah, buddy.

Hey, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
Don't fuck this up.

Not a chance, pal.

COMMENTATOR: ...beautiful outside the
ball park as we're ready to start.

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-(LAUGHS)

(APPLAUDING)

(SNIFFS)

WOMAN: Right in the
strike zone, baby.

MAN: Go, Danny boy!

Show 'em some heat, Balsamo!

Come on, Danny.

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

MAN: All right, Balsamo.

(GROANING)

(CROWD BOOING)

(LAUGHING)

(BOOING CONTINUES)

MAN: Balsamo, you suck!

Yeah!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ALL THESE THINGS THAT
I'VE DONE PLAYING)

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