“Quit calling me every five minutes,” she told him. “If I’d wanted you around I could’ve stayed there, now couldn’t I? Man, you just all the time bear down, don’t you? What? Oh yeah, I’m out here getting into trouble. You watch me, huh? This is the best I’ve ever had it. I’m just waiting for the man of my dreams to swing in through that big brown door. Wheelchair accessible. Man, I gotta decorate this place before he gets here. I gotta do my hair.”
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