"Not true?" Leif asked. "Yes, it isn't. You were just upset over something fickle." Harold said. "Something fickle? I loved her." Leif barked. "Does she feel the same about you?" Harold asked. "Yes she does and because of you all she left me." Leif said, tears streaming down his eyes. "Come on Lawrence, it's been five years and you still can't tell the difference between who really loves you or the one using you." Harold said. "She loves me and because of you and mom, she died." Leif uttered. "And so did your parents, come on Lawrence..." "Stop calling me that." Leif said, "Well it's your name. Have you become so comfortable with being called Lief that you forgot who you are?" Harold asked. "It doesn't matter to you Harold, why can't you just forget about me and pretend I'm dead." Leif said. "Why should I? When you really aren't dead. Fine, I understand you don't want to talk, I'll give you time. And I want you to see this, before you make your conclusion about your litt
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