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Here's the lines

The lines,

Jonah: I'm starting to forget her.

Sam: She could peel an apple in one long, curly strip.The whole apple.
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Sam: I love you, Jonah.

Jonah: I love you, Dad.

(aww..i love this part, the daddy-son-moment-y-sgt sweet)


Nota kaki: another fav moment is bile they saw each other, across the street and all they do is looking at each other, saying "hello" . Awww~ sgt suke and yee... i'm bengong.=p

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