Same difference,” he said. “The South lost and the North won. Abraham Lincoln came and gave the Emancipation Proclamation.”
“The Gettysburg Address,” Mrs. Anderson said. “The Emancipation Proclamation was delivered six months before the battle.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Who's giving the report here?”
She waved her hand. “Proceed then.”
“Like I said, the North won. The slaves were all freed. Hurrah, hurrah. The end.
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He bowed jokingly, and everyone laughed as Mrs.Anderson shook her head. "Did you even read the material?"
"of course I did."
"Who was the leader of the North?"
"Lincoln."
"No, he was the president."
"Yes, which means he was the fucking leader of everyone."
-- Carmine
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Dr. DeMarco nodded, motioning toward Carmine. “I’m thankful for the Mazda— damn thankful you didn’t return it scratched,” he said, glaring at his father. “I’m thankful to be out of that ridiculous boarding school. Thankful for music and my gun... I fucking love my gun.” Haven looked at him with surprise as Dr. DeMarco laughed. “It’s a nice gun. I checked it out. A 1911 .45 ACP. Where’d you get it?”
Carmine shrugged. “Maybe I don’t recall.” “Fair enough,” Dr. DeMarco said. ”Are you done?” “Uh, I'm thankful for you all, even if you get on my nerves sometimes,” Carmine said. “Oh, and orgasms... definitely thankful for those.” “That’s enough,” Dr. DeMarco said, shaking his head as he turned to her. “What are you thankful for, child?” She hesitated, her nerves running amuck. “Having food to eat. A bed to sleep in, too.
His chest swelled with pride at her words. “Good, because no one touches my girl unless she wants to be touched. No woman should ever be violated. That’s something my mom made sure we understood. She said a woman’s body was a temple, and you should never enter it without an invitation. I was just a kid and didn’t understand at the time, but she stressed it so much that I remember.
J.M. DarhowerWhatever, I know how to treat a girl," he said defensively as he glanced at Haven for confirmation, clearly not believing his own words. She nodded reassuringly, and he smiled. "See?
J.M. DarhowerHe asked if I was happy with you. Nothing of importance.” He groaned after the words rolled from his lips. “Not saying that’s not important, or that you aren’t important, because you are. I’m just saying it’s not a big deal or whatever. Well, I mean, it is a big deal, but—”
Haven covered his mouth with her hand to shut him up. “I get it, Carmine. I love you too.
I’m surprised she hasn’t started cursing yet from hearing me.”
“Oh, but she has,” Vincent said. “I overheard her.”
Carmine turned to Haven. “What did you say?”
She didn’t respond, and he sighed. “Come on, you can say it. Was it fuck? Because I say fuck a lot. Motherfucker? Shit? Asshole?”
“I think that’s plenty,” Vincent said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The word doesn’t matter, but if you insist on knowing, she said ‘damn’.”
"Oh, just damn? Not even goddamn?
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