[He's starting to relax, though, leaning back again with a sigh and pushing his hair back into place.]
It's just—it ain't me! Right? I'm not that kinda guy! Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's just not . . . me! —But I still did it and I'll probably do it again, so does that make it me after all? Shit, I already don't know how to be the dead me or the 19-year-old me or the me that lives on a friggin' alien planet, how'm I supposed to figure out how to be the gay me too?!
[Not to mention the murderer-him. He leaves that one out, but it's there in his mind buried with the rest of the identity crises.]
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[He's starting to relax, though, leaning back again with a sigh and pushing his hair back into place.]
It's just—it ain't me! Right? I'm not that kinda guy! Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's just not . . . me! —But I still did it and I'll probably do it again, so does that make it me after all? Shit, I already don't know how to be the dead me or the 19-year-old me or the me that lives on a friggin' alien planet, how'm I supposed to figure out how to be the gay me too?!
[Not to mention the murderer-him. He leaves that one out, but it's there in his mind buried with the rest of the identity crises.]