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“It’s my fault, you know. I just think I need to take responsibility for my share in the whole…mess. It’s my fault, I’ve changed. I was…fun, you know? I was fun when we first met. (SIGHS) We don’t have sex anymore. No, I mean…we never have sex. (CRYING) I mean, realistically, what did I expect him to do, you know?”