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"
You
’
re
too
old
.
You
just
want
to
sit
around
and
criticize
everything
and
everybody
.
You
don
’
t
want
to
do
anything
.
Nothing
’
s
good
enough
for
you
!
"
I
rolled
out
of
bed
and
stood
up
.
I
began
putting
my
shirt
on
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
’
m
getting
out
of
here
.
"
"
There
you
go
!
The
minute
things
don
’
t
go
your
way
you
jump
up
and
run
out
of
the
door
.
You
never
want
to
talk
about
things
.
You
go
home
and
get
drunk
and
then
you
’
re
so
sick
the
next
day
you
think
you
’
re
going
to
die
.
Then
you
phone
me
!
"
"
I
’
m
getting
the
hell
out
of
here
!
"
"
But
why
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
stay
where
I
’
m
not
wanted
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
stay
where
I
’
m
disliked
.
"
Lydia
waited
.
Then
she
said
,
"
All
right
.
Come
on
,
lay
down
.
We
’
ll
turn
off
the
light
and
just
be
still
together
.
"
I
waited
.
Then
I
said
,
"
Well
,
all
right
.
"
