Re: Call: Atticus/Dahlia
[Short, irritated exhale.] Right, right, right. Uh huh. We all get pain. Everybody gets it bad. [Anger and sarcasm, both thickly applied.] So if it seems like I get it worse than mosta th'pack? Then I must be juss makin' shit up. Or if—if s'always unbearable, even when I ran with th'pack? Whatever. Juss—suck it up, buttercup. Right? 'Cause s'what you're implyin'. [Uncomfortably long pause. Drinking deep from the glass she took outside.] You don't know me, dude. Speak f'r yourself. Don't ff—fuckin' speak for me.