Yeolhan-beonjjae Eomma (My Eleventh Mother) Page #3

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and get paid for it.

Right?

F***!

Damn it.

Hello?

Hey there.

What are you doing

in this sh*t hole?

You're so young.

I'm not young like you, Mister.

Come on, don't mister me.

You like me?

The best way to get chummy is...

You wanna f*** me?

How many of his step moms

did you f***?

Do I look that easy?

You might be in heat,

but I'm not.

What I need the least is a man.

So leave me alone.

Give me a cigarette.

Yeah, it's me.

What is it?

Really? Okay.

I got it.

Come here, a**hole.

- F***!

- Come on!

You piece of sh*t!

I never did it before.

What the...

Disgusting son of a b*tch...

F*** you.

Get me some booze.

Forget it.

KIM Jae-su...

People like you and me...

We shouldn't have been born.

No!

No!

F*** off!

No! No!

You a**hole!

Keep it up

and you'll end up like me.

Your wife will run away,

- and you'll be raising a kid alone!

- That'll never happen to me!

Son of a b*tch!

Keeping this book won't

bring her back.

It can't bring her back.

She's dead!

I know that!

But I don't feel

she's dead at all!

Say she's dead.

Say it!

Say it now,

son of a b*tch!

Say she's dead!

She's dead.

Louder!

Mom is dead!

You're pigheaded after your mom.

Your real mom is dead.

That slut is your mom now.

Call her Mom.

Call her Mom now.

You won't? No?

Come here.

Call her Mom now.

Go ahead.

No?

Do it.

Whoever she is...

If I say she's your mom,

she's your mom!

Mom! Say it!

No?

You called all the others Mom!

Come here.

Call this slut Mom.

Call her Mom loudly.

Now!

No? Son of a b*tch.

Stop it, a**hole!

Stop it...

That's enough...

You should go to hell.

Leave him the f*** alone!

Are you crazy, b*tch?

God damn it!

What's going on here?

What are you?

Are you his mother?

What the...

Sh*t, he's going crazy!

What the hell are you doing?

Move. Move.

Move, a**hole!

Stay out of my sight,

or you're dead!

There are some hot patches

in the bottom drawer.

Use them for yourself.

I'm fine.

Use them for yourself!

Are you okay?

Any bone broken?

That mean son of a b*tch...

He's dead

if I get my hands on him!

Got a cigarette?

A cigarette?

This is all I have.

Hold on.

Let me sterilize it for you.

It'll be as good as new.

Here you go.

Let me light it.

Why do you keep playing that?

Just to entertain my ears.

I used to

like this singer a lot.

I would cry, listening to his songs.

I hate him.

He has it all.

But he's damn good with sad songs.

Wait... You cried?

You?

Long ago.

A theme park?

It's homework.

About what I do this weekend.

I can make it up like always.

But you're supposed to put

pictures here.

I don't have to.

It's a lie anyway.

Why don't we go to one?

With black eyes?

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