Horns Page #2

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When they looked at

me, they saw a devil.

And maybe I did too.

And now I had to look the part.

What the f***?

What?

Geez!

Let me have him!

Send him down.

Give him to me now!

You were in the bathroom

for a long time.

You still drunk?

How do I look? I mean, do

you notice anything unusual?

You mean horns?

Sh*t, so they're real?

F***!

Hey, Ig?

Can I...

Can I have another donut?

Why are you asking me?

One, two, three, four...

five, six.

Do you think it'd be okay

if I had six more donuts?

Yeah. Do whatever you like.

Thank you.

I didn't like it.

My stomach hurts.

Should I have another one?

Why will you have another if

your stomach hurts, Glenna?

Because I wanna get really fat.

I'm worthless anyways.

Nobody will screw me without

being totally drunk.

Everybody in this town

thinks that I'm trash.

Come on, Glenna.

That's not true.

You wouldn't have screwed me

if you weren't blind drunk.

Well...

And I know you were thinking

about Merrin the whole time.

Glenna, you know, I have

no excuse for last night.

I just need to know if I can

eat the rest of this box.

Yeah, go ahead.

Pig out.

I think I'm just

gonna go, Glenna.

Yeah. Thank you.

All right.

Be quiet!

I said stop it!

Stop it and read your book.

Hi.

What can I do for you?

Yeah, I need Dr. Renald

to look at something.

Well...

that sure doesn't look right.

I'm gonna need you to

fill out some forms.

Stop it.

I said be quiet!

Go over there and

read your book.

Growth.

You know, for what it's worth...

I'd like to kick my daughter

right in her spoiled ass.

Do you think I should?

No, of course not. Of course.

Why would you even ask me that?

Maybe I should just leave

her here and drive away.

Divorce my husband.

I could f*** my golf pro again.

Excuse me?

I'd never been with

a jigaboo before.

But it's true what they

say about black c*cks.

I call it my five iron.

Here you go.

I feel like I

have to yell at that girl's

mother. I know it's not her

fault that her daughter's

a screechy puke,

but really now.

Go ahead. Why not?

Ma'am? Do you

think you could show some

f***ing consideration and take

your daughter out of here

so we don't have to

listen to her screaming?

What did you just say to me?

I said you should take that

screeching pig of yours

by the hair and drag her

the f*** out of here.

F*** you!

Shut the hell up, you

dried up old twat!

Hey, you don't

want to do this in front

of your daughter.

Come on.

I hate

Mommy. I wanna burn her in

her bed with matches. I wanna

burn her up all up gone!

You may want to stop

pumping that now.

Sorry.

My boyfriend's seeing

this girl on the side.

She works at the Bradlees

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