The Good Girl Page #2

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That makes two of us.

I hate everybody here.

I hate Gwen.

I don't know what the hell

she's so happy about.

I'm starting to understand

why maniacs go out there

and get shotguns and

shoot everybody to pieces.

Maybe you're a maniac.

Maybe so.

You know your lips

are real pouty, like a woman?

And your eyes

always look sad...

the way they droop

off to the side.

How old are you?

Uh, 22.

I'm an old lady next to you.

How old are you?

How old do you think?

I don't know.

I'm 30 years old.

How long you been

working here for?

Forever and a day.

You don't have a car?

I live down the street.

You can ride in here.

There's room.

Do you wanna come in?

I don't know.

I'm in a funk.

Well, I'm not

gonna beg you.

Well, I'm not

gonna beg you.

You got to

go there in your head...

And I did, and things

changed for me.

I'll be in my room.

OK, Tom.

I can look

over my shoulder...

figuratively speaking.

They call you Tom?

It's my slave name.

Holden's what I call myself.

This is my room.

Not a lot to look at.

What are your folks like?

They don't get me.

But they're all right.

They just...

My husband doesn't get me.

Since when do you

have a husband?

Since 7 years.

He's a painter.

What's he paint?

Houses.

He's a pig. He talks,

but he doesn't think.

I'm sick of it.

Did you go to college?

Um, I had to drop out

'cause I had a problem

with drinking and stuff...

but I'll go back.

I just got to...

prove to my folks

I can fly straight.

Did you go to college?

I was afraid

I'd lose Phil if I went.

Now it'd be

reason enough to go.

I was looking at you

in the store...

and I liked how

you kept to yourself.

I saw in your eyes

that you hate the world.

I hate it, too.

You know what

I'm talking about?

After living

in the dark for so long...

a glimpse of the light

can make you giddy.

Strange thoughts

come into your head...

and you better think 'em.

Has a special fate

been calling you

and you not listening?

Is there a secret message

right in front of you...

and you're not reading it?

Is this your last,

best chance?

Are you gonna take it?

Or are you

going to the grave

with unlived lives

in your veins?

Notifying your wife,

for instance.

What did I say?

If you had a wife.

What did I talk about?

I talked to Margaret.

She, uh, filled out a red dress.

What else?

Teeny, you're pretty.

Bubba, isn't Teeny pretty?

I seen better.

I seen worse.

No, that's why

I ain't never married.

You got yourself

the best fish in the sea.

I wonder what it'd

be like to be a woman.

All that smooth skin...

long hair.

If I was a woman,

I'd be a slut.

A lesbian slut.

Gwen says smoking marijuana

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