I can't pretend I know what your life was like. I only know what mine was. She came over in the first place because oooh, the neighbors are gypsies, how exciting. Getting mobbed on the playground for being a fucking gyppo. I got pretty good at getting beat up, anyway.
She didn't have any of that. She'd never worried about where she was eating or sleeping a goddamn day in her life. A little weird, sure, but nobody ever punched her about it. And still, all that hate and pain.
When you don't know what a real cage is like, those little bars on your window feel like a prison. I think she was trying to survive, she just...went the wrong way, somehow.
Some people can stop being, that's what I mean. Some people do curl up and die, or tear themselves to pieces and die. Some things don't survive in a jar, and some things claw and scrape until they get the top off.
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[he's quiet for a moment, thinking.]
I can't pretend I know what your life was like. I only know what mine was. She came over in the first place because oooh, the neighbors are gypsies, how exciting. Getting mobbed on the playground for being a fucking gyppo. I got pretty good at getting beat up, anyway.
She didn't have any of that. She'd never worried about where she was eating or sleeping a goddamn day in her life. A little weird, sure, but nobody ever punched her about it. And still, all that hate and pain.
When you don't know what a real cage is like, those little bars on your window feel like a prison. I think she was trying to survive, she just...went the wrong way, somehow.
Some people can stop being, that's what I mean. Some people do curl up and die, or tear themselves to pieces and die. Some things don't survive in a jar, and some things claw and scrape until they get the top off.