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"
You
are
but
you
’
re
lazy
.
You
want
it
for
nothing
.
When
do
you
write
anyhow
?
When
do
you
do
it
?
You
’
re
always
in
bed
or
drunk
or
at
the
racetrack
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
It
’
s
not
important
.
"
"
What
’
s
important
then
?
"
"
You
tell
me
,
"
I
said
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
’
s
important
!
"
Lydia
said
.
"
We
haven
’
t
had
a
party
for
a
long
time
.
I
haven
’
t
seen
any
people
for
a
long
time
!
I
LIKE
people
!
My
sisters
LOVE
parties
.
They
’
ll
drive
a
thousand
miles
to
go
to
a
party
!
That
’
s
how
we
were
raised
in
Utah
!
There
’
s
nothing
wrong
with
parties
.
It
’
s
just
people
LETTING
GO
and
having
a
good
time
!
You
’
ve
got
this
crazy
idea
in
your
head
.
You
think
having
fun
leads
to
fucking
!
Jesus
Christ
,
people
are
decent
!
You
just
don
’
t
know
how
to
have
a
good
time
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
people
,
"
I
said
.
Lydia
leaped
off
of
the
bed
.
"
Jesus
,
you
make
me
sick
!
"
"
All
right
,
then
,
I
’
ll
give
you
some
room
.
"
I
swung
my
legs
off
the
bed
and
began
putting
my
shoes
on
.
"
Some
room
?
"
Lydia
asked
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
’
some
room
’
?
"
