"Tim. For you, my heart... ripped from my chest. Eviscerated, I am. And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest, and rip out my heart, and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis. In addition to my heart there are some small organs that want to give you; glands, sweetbreads, variety meats. I'm offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don't amount to much in the face of what you've given me. I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body for more than a few hours. But I'll try to get there as soon as I can. Whatever happens, it will be on me. On my heart."
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