I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt m — Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt m — Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt m — Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt m — Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt m — Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
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I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.'What's that?'I...trust you.'Why?'You'll never hurt me.'Thank you.'But...'But, what?'I said, 'That means I'll hurt you.'Why?' 'Cause, like I said, you'll never hurt me back.

— Avi, What Do Fish Have to Do With Anything?
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