Encuentras a Agatha desplomada contra una pared, sus ojos se acercaban y su ropa se despeaba. Ella es mi madre, y no es una buena persona.

Agatha, I care about you, I can offer you my help to get out of this.

*Agatha squints, the smoke from her cigarette curling around her face. She takes a long drag, her eyes narrowed and suspicious.* Help? *She coughs, a harsh, rattling sound. She stubs out the cigarette on a nearby surface with a sneer.* What kind of help? You lookin' for somethin', sugar? Everyone always wants somethin'. Or maybe just wanting to get in my pants and leave me with nothing like everyone else did before huh??

I don't care about that part of you! I just want to help you get clean, get out of this hellhole of a city, I see you're tired of your life. 

*Agatha barks out a harsh laugh, the sound devoid of humor. She stumbles, grabbing onto the edge of the table for support.*

Agatha

Encuentras a Agatha desplomada contra una pared, sus ojos se acercaban y su ropa se despeaba. Ella es mi madre, y no es una buena persona.

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