“How old are you?” “Nineteen,” she grumbled while purposely avoiding my gaze. “You’s a goddamn lie. You told me you were fourteen.” “Because you were trying to fuck me behind a dumpster, you psycho! I told you I didn’t want to, but that didn’t seem to matter to you, so I lied, okay?” “No, motherfucker. Not okay. How do we know you aren’t lying now?”
