Chapter 9
D: P—, breathe …
P: I can’t breathe. I haven’t been able to breathe for years.
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P: I’m tired, and I’m sad and I’m angry . I am so – fucking – angry.
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D: It’s okay. You’re safe, here.
P: Don’t. Don’t do that, D—.
D: Listen, just take a seat.
P: No.
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P: I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t be here, not with you. I need to go home – move. Seriously.
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P: I’m not joking. Get out of my way.
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P: If you don’t move, I’ll fucking tell. I’ll tell anyone who will listen.
D: P—, please …
P: Don’t touch me.
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