I'd rather go home n' meet my grave than stay here n' be a walkin' corpse without her.
[All at once he can't stop himself from continuing.]
I had thoughts over th'past few days that'd make my Ma slap me all th'way from th'East for thinkin' 'em. I don't even know why th'hell she left me n' any time I try t'talk t'her about it she's so aloof and it hurts all over again. No, scratch that, I know why n' don't know why she still left me.
[By that time, his knuckles are white on the glass he's holding and Kitten nudges his foot because it's stopped rubbing. That and she doesn't want him to set the house on fire with that angry, confused glare at the hardwood.]
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I'd rather go home n' meet my grave than stay here n' be a walkin' corpse without her.
I had thoughts over th'past few days that'd make my Ma slap me all th'way from th'East for thinkin' 'em. I don't even know why th'hell she left me n' any time I try t'talk t'her about it she's so aloof and it hurts all over again. No, scratch that, I know why n' don't know why she still left me.