Good, he thinks, vindictive. He didn't ask for her sudden spite.
"THAT WOULD MAKE FOR MOTHERFUCKING TWO OF US THEN," He retorts. Satisfied with that, and her answer, he explains calmer, "His home. LIVED ON OCEAN SHORE, HE DID. It ain't the same, this..." but. It isn't the same, but, "IT'S GOT FOR A CALL TO IT STILL, IF SHE WERE TO UP GET HER MOTHERFUCKING HEAR UP AND ON FOR IT."
He doesn't keep back from the water. When a wave trickles close, his fingers go out to drag through its foam, as it retreats back again.
"I ain't going nowhere if that's what all she's got fret the fuck on for. JUST HEEDING A MOTHERFUCKING CALL AT LONG MOTHERFUCKING LAST."
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"THAT WOULD MAKE FOR MOTHERFUCKING TWO OF US THEN," He retorts. Satisfied with that, and her answer, he explains calmer, "His home. LIVED ON OCEAN SHORE, HE DID. It ain't the same, this..." but. It isn't the same, but, "IT'S GOT FOR A CALL TO IT STILL, IF SHE WERE TO UP GET HER MOTHERFUCKING HEAR UP AND ON FOR IT."
He doesn't keep back from the water. When a wave trickles close, his fingers go out to drag through its foam, as it retreats back again.
"I ain't going nowhere if that's what all she's got fret the fuck on for. JUST HEEDING A MOTHERFUCKING CALL AT LONG MOTHERFUCKING LAST."