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He laughs when she says she wants to talk. She detaches herself from him, and moves to his recliner at the end of the couch.
Her face is serious, her eyes piercing. "No, I’m serious, Jim…We haven’t really talked about…" She sighs deeply. "Well, any of it. And…I think we need to."
He laughs again. "What’s there to talk about? We’re here, aren’t we? What does it matter how we got here?"
And that’s how Jim Halpert lost Pam Beesly.