...you have some wild priests where you're from. [Not like she can talk. The priests from Columbia were something else too-- the Set Yourself on Fire for the Founders kind. Another reason she and religion never really got along.]
Who says? [There's a very faint smirk in her voice there.] Easy to do when you know when and where. Just... have to know the when and where.
Gladly, if you'll read the book.
[She sighs and sits back in her chair.] No, no I really won't. My father was a drunk. He'd, you know, become so full of self-loathing and frustration that he'd drink until he couldn't remember he had an infant who needed to eat. That won't be me-- [Too late.] ...I don't want this to become anything regular, thank you very much.
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Who says? [There's a very faint smirk in her voice there.] Easy to do when you know when and where. Just... have to know the when and where.
Gladly, if you'll read the book.
[She sighs and sits back in her chair.] No, no I really won't. My father was a drunk. He'd, you know, become so full of self-loathing and frustration that he'd drink until he couldn't remember he had an infant who needed to eat. That won't be me-- [Too late.] ...I don't want this to become anything regular, thank you very much.