OK.
I feel a burp coming on.
So I'm like, the long pause will be a little bit more dramatic.
This is what happens when you take me to dinner.
It went back inside.
Just like you.
Oh, thank you.
That was actually the poem.
"My mother tells me something."
This is really depressing sequence to have to interrupt.
"My mother tells me something.
Has she been lonely?
There was so much I couldn't see as a child,
and then it was too much to try and save her,
to help her feel better, and feel a little less lonely.
I felt like I failed at loving her.
I felt like I failed at saving her from loneliness.
As a kid, you can't know that this isn't your job.
As a kid, you can't know that the people you love
can live and die for completely other reasons."
And check the time.
Doing OK.