Re: Call: Atticus/Dahlia
Fuckssake— [Exasperated.] That ain't what I—juss— [Sudden ripcord of a snarl. Shouting:] GOD, m'so fuckin'—SICK of—of NOBODY LISTENING t'what I say! Juss—fuckin' FORGET it. Christ. [No longer shouting, but still sharp and angry, like the cooling ping ping of a hot engine.] So, what, issit all this is? A fuckin' recruitment pitch? Did y'r dense ass miss th'part where I said I ran with 'em for months? I left, dude. It didn't help shit. All they ever did was condescend at me an' ignore whatever shit I said, juss like you are doin' right now. Like, fuck. F'r somebody who says they ain't pack, you sure fuckin' sound like 'em.