Justin: You’re not alright.
Brian: Then what the hell are you asking me for?
Justin: So that I can tell you what a mother fucking piece of shit you are for not telling me! For shutting me out. For thinking that you could handle this on your own. And most of all, for thinking that I would leave you. Why would you think that? Cause you had a ball removed? Cause you’re no longer perfect? Well, believe me, Mr. Kinney, that is the least of your imperfections. And if I’d wanted to leave you, I’ve had better reasons. Plenty of them.
Brian: Maybe you should have.
Justin: Yeah, maybe you’re right. But I thought we had a commitment and I plan to stand by it. Now why don’t you get your ass back in bed, you son of a bitch, and eat some fucking chicken soup.
Brian: Then what the hell are you asking me for?
Justin: So that I can tell you what a mother fucking piece of shit you are for not telling me! For shutting me out. For thinking that you could handle this on your own. And most of all, for thinking that I would leave you. Why would you think that? Cause you had a ball removed? Cause you’re no longer perfect? Well, believe me, Mr. Kinney, that is the least of your imperfections. And if I’d wanted to leave you, I’ve had better reasons. Plenty of them.
Brian: Maybe you should have.
Justin: Yeah, maybe you’re right. But I thought we had a commitment and I plan to stand by it. Now why don’t you get your ass back in bed, you son of a bitch, and eat some fucking chicken soup.
Também já cheguei a esta parte *.*
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