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I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm kind of a bitch, aren't I?

No.

You lie.

You're doing my job.

Admit it. You think I'm a bitch.

I admit nothing.

It's not you, so don't feel sorry for yourself.

No.

I'm not mad at you or anything.

It's just that...

What?

My dad.

Why?

Because your dad buys you everything, pays your bills, sends you to the best

prep school in the country?

No.

That's not it.

He should, you know... He should what?

He should fucking come here more often.

Honey, your father is a very busy man.

He's a very busy, rich man.

And I'm sure he wouldn't be here if he could.

Yeah.

Apparently, his money is more important than his daughter is.

Fuck this.

You wouldn't understand anyway.

Whatever it is, I apologize.

I may have said something.

I told you.

It's not you.

Whatever. Look, I take full responsibility for whatever happened.

Look, I just want to help, sweetheart.

It's just that I wish you would come around more often.

You know, especially to my mom.

Look, sit up.

or something to help you sleep?

No.

It's that when I look at you, I think of my father and how he reminds me of you.

And that you much... He should be more like you.

What? I mean, you're like... You're sensitive.

You're caring.

You're here all the time. You care about me.

He doesn't.

I know it's more than that.

You're more than a father and my own father is to me.

Look, maybe I can take you to a ball game or something.

Would you like that?

No, that's not what I mean.

No, I mean it like this.

I know the way you look at me.

And I look at you the same way.

I tried hiding this. I tried fighting this feeling, but I can't. I need this.

I want you.

Please.

I can't stop.

Oh.

Thank you.

I don't know.