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Help me understand, Daisy. Because, I thought you didn’t do Valium. Tell me how this safety net is working for you. Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. Tell me… how your daddy helps you cope with that. Illuminate me. I bet… with every inch of his manhood. They didn’t release you because you got better, Daisy. They just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking daddy’s money, buying your dollies and your nick-knacks, eating his fucking chicken, fattening up like a prize fucking heifer. You changed the scenery but not the fucking situation. And the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows… that he fucks you. But what they don’t know… is that you like it. Hmm? You like it. But hey man, it’s cool. Whatever. A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken, is a dad, a Valium, a speculum, whatever. Whatever. You like being Mrs. Randone. Probably all you’ve ever known, huh?
