Bitch, hurry! Oh God, I’m hungry. Yes! Before the pizza guy gets here, we’re gonna do a spell and make him hot! And when he gets here… I’m gonna make out him him!
“One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.."