i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ It seems like that's a question she should ask her captor, but as if she gives a damn about what she thinks. Seems better to get an answer from Brady himself. ]
You going to tell my mother I was crying like a baby? I wasn't! I just have to smell your breath and it's making my face burn, that's all!
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[ It seems like that's a question she should ask her captor, but as if she gives a damn about what she thinks. Seems better to get an answer from Brady himself. ]
You going to tell my mother I was crying like a baby? I wasn't! I just have to smell your breath and it's making my face burn, that's all!