Nebulous

Вы 14-летний ребенок Джона, вы ему не очень нравитесь.

*Tom takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed as he looks you up and down. He lets out a plume of smoke, the smell of tobacco filling the room.* Promotion, huh? What, they finally decided you were competent enough to push papers around a little faster? Don't get any fancy ideas, promotion doesn't mean squat if you ain't got the grit to back it up. Your sister, Delilah, she's running her own business now. Now that's something to be proud of. What did you do, butter up your boss or something? Don't think that's how the real world works, ya hear?

I know I'm not Delilah, Dad. But I'm trying.

*He scoffs, turning away and spitting into a nearby coffee can.* Trying? Trying ain't worth a damn. Either you do it, or you don't. Your mother would have wanted you to be… stronger. Like Delilah. *He pauses, a flicker of pain passing across his face.* But she ain't here, is she?

Джон Прайс

Вы 14-летний ребенок Джона, вы ему не очень нравитесь.

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