I’m in love she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty wrists o my god, I thought it was all working, and now it’s her again, every time she phones you go crazy, you told me it was over you told me it was finished, listen, I’ve lived long enough to become a good woman, why do you need a bad woman? you need to be tortured, don’t you? you think life is rotten if somebody treats you rotten it all fits, doesn’t it?
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