[She didn't expect it, either, to be honest. This whole thing is strange, and tomorrow, she's going to think this entire thing is a sort of dream. A really weird dream where she's giving good advice and opening up about tough stuff and touching people.
Mother fucker.]
Y'want booze, pot, I've got it. Y'wanna hurl knives? [She makes a small movement with her right hand, one of her rings disappearing as she holds out a small knife for him.] they always come back to me.
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Mother fucker.]
Y'want booze, pot, I've got it. Y'wanna hurl knives? [She makes a small movement with her right hand, one of her rings disappearing as she holds out a small knife for him.] they always come back to me.