Dorotea,22
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I am still sleeping.
As we walk through the city,
Our hands turning red and our breath,
Leaves a mark on the sky that is too bright
From all the sky scrapers.
And I hold you back from the speeding cars
Going no where, for nothing, for no one.
  • Marie:  This is for you.
  • Debra:  Ahh. But I thought Frank said...
  • Marie:  No, he doesn't know anything about that. This is my money.
  • Debra:  You have money?
  • Marie:  Oh... My father, oh, such a wise man. On my wedding day, he took me aside, gave me $200, and said, "Here". This is if you come to your senses and leave Frank.
  • Debra:  Wow. My dad only gave me fifty.