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THIRTY THREE
She won't tell me anything else willingly. I guess the silver edge of a knife is enough to persuade anyone, though.
"He's thirteen months old," when I ask about Charlie. "She's an alcoholic bitch who sleeps all day," when I ask about her mother. She says she's never known her father. And if anyone found out, Dominic, Abby, and Charlie would all be put in foster care.
"My mother did a shitty job, too," I try to console her. She relaxes once I put the knife away. "Yep, she up and left us one night. I was almost fourteen and she just left. I never heard from her again."
See, Inez? I get you. We're so similar.
We belong together.
"He's thirteen months old," when I ask about Charlie. "She's an alcoholic bitch who sleeps all day," when I ask about her mother. She says she's never known her father. And if anyone found out, Dominic, Abby, and Charlie would all be put in foster care.
"My mother did a shitty job, too," I try to console her. She relaxes once I put the knife away. "Yep, she up and left us one night. I was almost fourteen and she just left. I never heard from her again."
See, Inez? I get you. We're so similar.
We belong together.
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my heart will be terribly broken when this is over -within two weeks, maybethanks to the lovelies pelican park. and LettersToNormandy. for commenting :]