“And then you dig in because now you got kids and you want them to feel warm. And you spread the same lies to them, mainline them into their blood. Until they become the kinda people who can chase some poor boy into a train station and bash his head in with a rock.” “It’s okay,” he says gently. “It’s not!” she screams into the confines of the phone booth. “It’s not. My daughter’s dead and
