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I'm drowning! I'm drowing here! I'm going down for the last time! I...I see my whole life flashing before my eyes! I see a weathered old farm house. And I white picket fence... I'm running through fields of alfalfa with my collie, Rex -- Rex, stop it! -- I see my mother, standing in the back porch in a worn but clean gingham gown. And she's calling out to me..."Alvin! Don't forget your chores! The wood needs a-cordin' and the cows need a-milkin'! Alvin! Alvin! Al--" Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin. That's not my life! I'm not a hillbilly, I grew up in the Bronx! Leo's taken everything, even my past!
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