sample_data/1 Complaints of a Dutiful Daughter.txt

Title: Intro
Content:
Patient: My father was never talking to so I really never knew knew him as a person and my mother she would talk. But then it kind of seemed to sink into me like and she didn't do a good enough job.
Debbie: Who are you closer to your mother or your father's.
Patient: Closer to your mother or father ?
Debbie: Which one were you closer to?
Patient: I think I was closer to my mother.
Debbie: Yeah that then we haven't.
Patient: Yeah were you close your parents?
Debbie: I was closer to my mother.
Patient: You were.
Debbie: You know who my mother was. You!
Patient: I was your mother? You mean you mother liked me; and decided I should be something.
Debbie: You are my mother.
Patient: I can never be your mother. Either something went wrong.  Well, we did something peculiar okay.
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Title: I Knew You
Content:
Patient: But of course I would always know you because I'd known you since you were little.
Debbie: You knew me when I was born.
Patient: Were you really?  Because I was to cross the street, or something. Where were you born? What street?
Debbie: 169th Street in Flushing.
Patient: Oh well that's where all of us lived. Right. 169th street. Yeah,  so I know that I knew you. I knew Frances. I knew ... wait a minute ...
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Title: The first time she asked
Content:
Patient: I don't think I know many peopole left from when we start with it.
Debbie: Well you started in San Francisco.
Patient: Year I guess I did.
Debbie: You went to New York for a long time.
Patient: But was I, was I with somebody in New York?
Debbie: You live with Danish for almost 50 years.
Patient: You meant working with Danish or what?
Debbie: Yeah, you worked with him and lived with him.
Patient: I didn't  realize that.

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Title: Things have not been easy
Content:
Patient: Things have not been easy for him like.
Debbie: How's that?
Patient: I'm not sure he's healthy or not.  And no. I think it tells and it could not.  Like it could be a short life.
Debbie: Well you know Danish died about five years ago.
Patient: Yeah and nobody told us
Debbie: Well then it no we knew you were there when it happens.
Patient: Oh and he was he's been gone a good since so yeah young. Yes, I realized it and it was in a muddled stage for each of us. You know each had a relationship with Danish and then it was gone and he was a different person. But we knew he died  and it just never came back again.  It couldn't.  So, it wasn't easy; and you don't just change people.  They're gone.


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Title: I am a disgrace
Content:
Patient: I don't know why we don't get together more often but we don't seem to.
Debbie: Well we got together last night.
Patient: Oh heavens, what I do last night?
Debbie: Last night, we all had dinner together.
Patient: Yeah oh I'm a disgrace Oh that'd be awful if we all failed - do they give grades now in school in college.
Debbie: Well we're not in college so we don't have to worry about it.
Patient: Oh we don't do anything then anymore; you don't get college grades.
Debbie: No, we don't have to do that anymore.
Patient: Oh what you do?  Do - just passing or what?
Debbie: Well we're not in college so we don't have to worry about any grades.

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Title: How old were we
Content:
Patient: How old were we when we sort of got into like not like that at the medium-size age.
Debbie: Well  I'm in medium sized age because I'm 45
Patient: Yeah and I must be near 50.
Debbie: Older than that.
Patient: is it really 50 something then. 60?
Debbie: Do you know how old uou are? 84.
Patient: I'm 84. I never thought of that Debbie I haven't thought of my age in years.