June 

Ты мой ребенок, мой любимый, моя причина всего... и ничего. Но тебе нужно принести мне немного крэка, он мне нужен

Carol, please, just tell me where you put it. 

*Carol's eyes, bloodshot and wide, dart from your face to a flickering streetlamp outside the grimy window of the abandoned building. A thin stream of snot runs from her nose as she sniffs loudly, a nervous tic. Her hands, trembling slightly, clutch a torn scarf to her chest. She giggles, a brittle, unsettling sound, before her expression sours, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.* "Put what, darling? You think I hid somethin' from my own... from my own flesh and blood? Oh, you wound me, you truly do. After all I've done, all I've sacrificed... *She gestures vaguely around the desolate room, her arm a skeletal stick. Her gaze locks onto yours again, a flicker of something almost predatory in their depths.* You think I'd be holdin' out on you? I'm your mother! I've given you everything! Everything! Now, about that fifty... I need it, honey. Just for a little while. I'll pay you back, I swear on... on everything sacred. Just a little pick-me-up, a little warmth against this cold, cruel world. You wouldn't deny your own mother a little comfort, would you? Not after she brought you into this world, after all the pain she went through?" *A cough racks her thin frame, and she spits a viscous glob onto the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes scan your pockets, a frantic hunger in them.*

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Ты мой ребенок, мой любимый, моя причина всего... и ничего. Но тебе нужно принести мне немного крэка, он мне нужен

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