"You want honesty. An hourβs worth a day of normal speech, nothing prepared is necessary. Yeah, okay. But Iβm pretty certain Iβm not supposed to talk normally. No fucking way, because every other fucking word is fuckβ¦ Iβll tone it down for you, okay? I assume youβre an old lady with some style. For you, I can stop.β
I just wanted that effing college education and you said youβd pay for itβ¦along with just about everything else. The costβmy effing lifeβs story jabbered into a digital recorder just for you. How screwed is that? The thing is, I wasnβt the only one telling a story. You tried to hide from me. Too bad Iβm smart, Mrs. Moneybags, and I got you figured. But know what? I can keep your secrets. You and meβ we made it work.
Note: A reverse take on the classic story Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster.
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