"There's a girl, Da. A girl." "Where son?" "There's a girl on the bus," I slurred. "I need you to find her for me." "There's no girl, pet," Dad coaxed. "There's no bus, either. You're jacked up on morphine." "Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Am I dying or something?" "No, Johnny, love, you're not dying." "Thank fuck," I groaned. "'Cause I wanna see that girl again." "Okay, Johnny. Just relax, buddy." "No, no, no, Da, I'm serious," I slurred. "I think I love that girl." "Well, who's this girl?" "She's a river," I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'm keeping her, Da." "Okay, son," he coaxed. "You keep the
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