A Brief History Of Seven Killings - Plot & Excerpts
I’m not a girl.—You’re not, huh? Don’t have any girly parts?—Nope, nope nope. So I can’t be a sweetie.—You’re my sweetie though.—Nope. Boys aren’t sweet. That’s girls. Girls are sweet. And icky.Kinda hard to argue with such rock-solid logic. I could write an article on the things I knew at six that I don’t fucking know at thirty-six.—They are kinda icky, aren’t they? But when you’re thirteen you’re going to wanna be with them all the time.—Noooooooo.—Yeahhhhhh.—Will they like playing with my frogs then?—Something like that. Anyway, it’s a school night, honey.—Pop.—Sorry, I forgot that you’re a little man now. It’s a school night, buddy, so off you go. You too, Timmy.—Aw, man. Babylon business this.—Excuse me?—Aw . . . nothing, Dad.—That’s what I thought. Go to bed, guys. Gee, neither of you kiss your pop anymore?—They’re grown men now.—I noticed. Make sure you brush your teeth, both of you.My wife follows them.—Where are you going?—To brush my teeth too.
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