The Bronze Page #2

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have gone missing again.

So, suck less.

Honey, I know you've been

stealing from my truck again.

That's ridiculous.

I found these in my mailbag.

- Mmm, maybe your truck has rats.

- I don't think so.

Hopey, you promised you'd get a job.

And I've been looking.

Where do you think I've been all day?

I ran into Coach P at the market.

She really wants to

put the past behind you guys.

She said that

she could use someone like you.

What do you mean by "market"?

- The grocery store.

- Then just say that. You're not a pilgrim.

Have you thought any more

about working at the gym?

I'm not a coach, I'm a star!

I was on Dancing with the Stars!

It's not called Dancing with the Coaches!

When athletes get injured,

they need to make other plans.

I don't need another plan.

You and Coach P don't listen. I healed.

Not exactly.

Well, you weren't worried

about how "exactly"

when you pushed me

to go for another medal.

How many times can I tell you that I'm sorry?

I was wrong. We were both wrong.

It's worse for an adult to be wrong.

That's true.

And may I remind you that my awesomeness

paid for this entire house...

- That money's long gone.

- ...the motor boat, the Ronco Rotisserie...

We depend entirely on my salary

these days, and in six months,

all we'll have left is my pension!

I know, I know. This is so boring!

No, no, you listen to me.

It'll be less than half of what I make now.

Not enough to support both of us

and this lifestyle of yours.

I don't have a lifestyle.

That's if I even make it to the pension

I've worked over 30 years to earn

since my daughter

keeps putting that in jeopardy

by stealing from the US Postal Service!

- I'm borrowing. That's not a crime.

- It's a federal crime!

- And I won't stand for it!

- Dad...

No, no, enough!

You don't know what it's like

to grow up without a mom.

It's so hard being

a motherless daughter, Daddy.

Oh... I know, sweetie.

No six-month-old should have to

deal with that kind of a loss.

- Five-and-a-half-month-old.

- Mmm.

We're not done here. I'm setting boundaries.

No more allowance.

Are you insane? Why are you insane?

Hope Annabelle, let's de-escalate,

shall we?

You're cutting off my allowance

and you want me to stop stealing?

- What kind of a sick monster are you?

- Do not call me a monster.

You only give me $500 a week,

so I'm forced to steal!

If you cut off my allowance,

I'm gonna have to suck d*cks

in a Cost Final bathroom for money!

Is that what you want, Dad?

Do you want me to suck on dirty d*cks

in a discount warehouse toilet?

Look, I never said that dirty d*cks

were the solution here.

Why do you need all this money

if I'm paying for the roof over your head?

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