You breathe nonstop, like a marathon runner, but it doesn't help.

“You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker…”

“It's just a matter of willpower. The day you decide it's over, it's over. You n…”

“...maybe she just doesn't like children. Nobody likes children, your mother ass…”

“Baby, you say, baby this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.”