White Oleander
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:43:03
You're not ugly.
:43:13
You write as if you're surprised
to find me still beautiful even here.

:43:17
Our beauty is our power, our strength.
:43:20
We can't allow them
to change us, to lessen us.

:43:24
I will never grant them that
satisfaction and neither should you.

:43:39
So is this your first time in Mac?
:43:43
Figured. You're so unfriendly.
:43:47
-Life's easier without friends.
-Maybe. I like it here.

:43:52
It's better than being in a foster home.
It's the floor you can't fall below.

:44:03
-What's that?
-A letter.

:44:06
-From who?
-My mother.

:44:11
-And where is she?
-In prison. For murder.

:44:16
-And your father?
-Don't know the guy.

:44:22
How about you?
:44:24
They were junkies.
:44:26
She OD'd when I was 6.
He disappeared a couple years later.

:44:29
-I was born addicted to heroin.
-Really? What was that like?

:44:33
I don't know. I was out of rehab
by the time I was six months old.

:44:40
So...
:44:43
-What's the deal? Are you gay?
-What?

:44:46
I don't know. I get this feeling from you,
like you're not interested in guys.

:44:54
You're right. I'm not.
:44:57
You think that's funny? I'm sick of this.
I'm not gonna let you do this again.


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