removed. Then hormone therapy. He
testosterone was too high and his
body upped the estrogen. That was
where my head fit -- into his huge,
sweating tits that hung enormous, the
way we think of God's as big.
They're gonna have to open my pec's
again to drain the fluid.
Okay. You cry now.
Jack looks at Bob.
Wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.
INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jack lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.
For six months. I could not sleep.
With insomnia, nothing is real.
Everything is far away. Everything
is a copy of a copy of a copy.
INT. JACK'S OFFICE - SAME
it will be corporations that name
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