"Flipside: you don't have to have an asshole brother to deal with."
Dee hasn't been here long enough to start missing Dennis and their weird symbiosis. Right now, it's a bit of a blessed relief to be away from his constant belittling, his possessiveness, his need to cut her down all the damn time. She gets back at him, sometimes; no one knows someone's weak spots like a twin. She always just has to wait for the right moment to lunge in and stab that fleshy insecurity. She hasn't been here long enough to miss that thrill of the hunt.
She wobbles a little bit when her shoe catches something on the street, but doesn't fall. "Over there. Neely's Bar. Fuck Neely, it's mine now."
Sweet Dee's Bar. No. Sweet Dee's Standup Comedy Club.
Nothing of what Marco's saying seems to track very easily, and she imagine it probably all makes a lot more sense in context, like her dead cats. Only weirder.
"Yeah, well, sorry she's dead and sorry he's a bird, I guess." She doesn't sound sorry. "Where I'm from people don't turn into birds or gorillas."
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Dee hasn't been here long enough to start missing Dennis and their weird symbiosis. Right now, it's a bit of a blessed relief to be away from his constant belittling, his possessiveness, his need to cut her down all the damn time. She gets back at him, sometimes; no one knows someone's weak spots like a twin. She always just has to wait for the right moment to lunge in and stab that fleshy insecurity. She hasn't been here long enough to miss that thrill of the hunt.
She wobbles a little bit when her shoe catches something on the street, but doesn't fall. "Over there. Neely's Bar. Fuck Neely, it's mine now."
Sweet Dee's Bar. No. Sweet Dee's Standup Comedy Club.
Nothing of what Marco's saying seems to track very easily, and she imagine it probably all makes a lot more sense in context, like her dead cats. Only weirder.
"Yeah, well, sorry she's dead and sorry he's a bird, I guess." She doesn't sound sorry. "Where I'm from people don't turn into birds or gorillas."